That statement could not be truer, in any form, in any words.
You are not what I envisioned, not what I expected.
You are everything more.
Like envisioning a pond when you've never seen the ocean.
You know there is water, dirt, sky, fish.
But, then you're there.
You're standing in front of this vast teal colored mass of the earth.
The salt air envelopes every last of your pores and infiltrates your senses more than any smell has ever before.
The sky is like a blanket that covers you, keeping you safe against this amazing display.
The sand is warm and crisp, sticking to every part of you it can touch and in this moment you feel like nothing else in this bleak world exists except for you and this moment.
It's scary.
It's not what you had planned, but it is so much better than you ever could have hoped.
So much more complex than you could ever describe.
You are my son.
Without you, my world is dark.
You are it's light, it's warmth, the end to a long cold night.
You keep my universe from spiraling out of gravitation.
You are the core, the centrifugal force.
The most important aspect to my solar system.
Because, without you there is chaos.
What is left is obsolete.
You are my son.
No one can ever change that.
No one will ever take that away.
No one can ever mean what you mean to me.
I live my life to accommodate yours.
You are the heart of me, the catch in my throat, the tune in my song, the glint in my eye.
Forever, my son.
