Something You Are Proud Of

She is taller than me, stronger than me, more flexible than me. 

She is smart and funny and warm at heart.

There is nothing you can say that brings her down, 

because nothing you do will tarnish her opinion of herself 

or the way she thinks of her self image, and if you try 

there is an army of love an support that surrounds her. 

She is soft and warm and does thoughtful things for 

unsuspecting people that do not deserve such kindness. 

And yes, she is stubborn, but I taught her that, 

and more and more I see that stubbornness 

turning into determination, and those things she fears 

turn from trepidation into maturation 

as she challenges the world to a litigation. 

She will argue life until she is blue in the face, 

but eventually life will give up and she will raise her head high and smile, 

because she knows what if feels like to win, 

because she was coached on how to lose gracefully, eventually. 

I taught her many things, but never in a million years 

do I think I do a good job, nor can I claim credit 

for the qualities I admire in her, displayed or kept hidden. 

She is gentle and supportive and she smells familiar, 

like something I can't place but I know I've liked before. 

"Home is wherever I'm with you"

and there is nothing I like more than her and I together,

content with the fact we have nothing to hide

but the fact we enjoy each other's company more than we care to say.