You have been around for about fifteen minutes and you are already the coolest person I know. You are a laid-back, go-with-the-flow, happy-go-lucky, fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants kind of guy. You are the tallest tiniest thing and your hipster-hair comb-over is literally so legit.
You completely blindsided me and rocked my world, and then just as quickly anchored me to the ground. I like to think about who you might become while watching each new incremental moment unfold. I’m now a total sucker, and a total cliché, but nothing is better than the sound of you laughing and the flash of your smile.
So just keep on keeping on little homie. You’ve made something so seemingly scary, something so supposedly hard, be laughably easy, be undoubtable doable. Maybe it was you, maybe it was us, maybe it was luck, maybe it was not luck at all, maybe things will get crazy, maybe they won’t – don’t know, don’t care. I’m riding your wave and will cross any bridge when we get there.
Now go eat your vegetables.