Proud of You

 Often when we talk I learn more about you.  I keep thinking I might be getting close to knowing the extent of your thoughtfulness, then something new surfaces.  Helping others is such a part of you that I'm not even sure you see the whole of it.  You've built service into your life in a way that few others have.  

I knew, of course, that you led your troop, and then helped other scouts with the swimming badge.  Then you shockingly offered to help Genevieve continue outside of the group classes.  Then I learned that you coached wrestling, spending countless hours mentoring young adults. Your friends then started to call you while in crisis and you dropped everything to help.  You helped your friend with the trapped deer.  You showed up for Suki.  In the midst of this you helped with at least three Eagle projects.  You collect and fix bikes to give to scouts.  You spend your vacation cutting down dangerous trees at a camp where you've spent countless prior hours in service.  You served for your country.  You cleared out the garage to make it safer for your dad.  You utterly spoil Genevieve with lanterns, blankets, books, games, knife, movie, and so much attention and care directed to really seeing her.  So many of your waking hours are spent making the world a better place for so many.  

I want to make the world a better place for you, too.  I'm still rather stunned that we've intersected with each other and are combining our paths.  I'm actually rather stunned that we see each other to the extent that we do already.  And I'm stunned that you want to spend so much time with me.  You are an amazing person, full of gifts and depths that I don't think you've even seen yet.  

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