I love you for all the times you’ve carried me across difficult paths; for all the stories you’ve listened to me tell – the confessions that have spilled from my lips, and the hopes whispered by my heart.

Whether at your best (or not), you’ve always done your best taking care, giving protection, gearing forth towards adventure.

Always more adventure.

Always a new story to tuck away when the key is turned.

I appreciate your beauty – your lines and colors. Yes, every scratch too. It’s our dents and bruises that give clue to our escapades, and I would haven’t it any other way.

I’ll continue to hang on tight and rock with the motion as we cover ground – and I’ll highlight all the best angles so our story will shine even brighter.