J2 turns seventeen. i remember her in her hospital bed, spent from illness. i remember her first words then, after we fear the worst and no longer dare to hope,
why are the curtains pink? she amazes me still with her unapologetic enthusiasm and her sunny eagerness to know more to experience more and to be more. she humbles me with the simplicity of her ideals and the richness of her love.
you have been a comfort and an inspiration, i need to tell her.
i thank my God each time i think of you.
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