Hello There,

This morning, I watched our four-year-old daughter celebrate her daddy's birthday.

She didn't overthink it.

She didn't wait for the right moment or search for the perfect words. She simply poured, freely, naturally, without hesitation, everything she felt and everything she sees in him.

It stopped me in its innocent raw perfection.

It wasn't performance. It was recognition. She was doing what humans have always done in their most natural state of being, honoring what she knows to be true about her father.

And it made me wonder: What if honoring the people we love isn't reserved for birthdays and milestones, but became a way of being, as natural as it is for our 4-year-old.

Its roots are in being seen and letting someone know they are seen. We honor to recognize what was always already there, and refuse to let our heart go unspoken.

I believe that seeing someone truly is one of the most sacred things we can offer another human being.

I sat yesterday and wrote this about Tony for his 66th birthday:

That is an example of what it looks like and feels like to honor someone we love.

Not the cake and the candles. Not the milestone or the number.

But the act of seeing someone so fully that our words become a mirror, reflecting back to them the truth, the essence of who they are.

None of us knows what tomorrow will bring, don't wait to share the love that is your nature.🤍