Sometimes Beth asks me why I love her. So I tell her, honestly, “You’re the best person I know.”
I don’t just mean prettiest, sexiest, or funniest. I mean — literally — “best”.
She always thinks of other people and treats them they way she’d like to be treated. She doesn’t chose to be like this. She just can’t conceive of being any other way. And she doesn’t understand why everyone isn’t like this.
It’s not always easy for her. In fact, she’s gotten hurt when people don’t treat her the way she thinks people should treat each other.
But she can’t stop being the way she is. Even if it would be easier for her. It’s not in her to give up.
You could say she’s kind of my hero.
So when I sat down to draw a picture of her (and our cat!) for her birthday, I thought she deserved to look like a superhero.
Happy Birthday, honey. I love you.