When we met for the first time, I knew you. And when you blinked--and your eyes looked right through me--I knew you knew me, too.
When I saw your heartbeat for the first time-- a tiny flicker of light on a blurry black and white screen--it sewed up all my lonely places.
Your life helped me reconnect with my own. You are not me. But you are a part of me.
And today, you are five.
And I'm so proud of who you are, and I enjoy getting little glimpses of who you'll become.
Happy Birthday, Dillon.