Wonder. Picking the petals off the flowers in my mothers garden.

Fear. Learning to ride my bike, terrified by myself facing my neighbors lawn.

Writing my first love letter… Or my first song.

Picking up my friends guitar and feeling every sense of intimidation.

My first kiss or my firsts thoughts of love.

My first embarrassment in front of my middle school peers.

The pain of my mothers death.

The overwhelming feeling of abandonment while stored away alongside crude criminals.

From my first breath to the ones I’m barely taking due to an illness…

I always loved you. Everything was just a step closer to you. All pain has met its worth now I’ve held to you. God designed this.