On a calm day, they blanket a world beneath them; pressing faith below as they shelter what lives within them. The surface may break and with it comes colors from a pallet so varied that even a trained artist wouldn’t know what to do with them. Nature’s talents are far greater than those man attempts to create.

Yet, on most days they aren’t calm. They tumble, plummet and roll generating an indescribable current. And as they wrap around the simplest of ankles or the bodies of many, in that moment they are the most harmless and most terrifying pieces of water imaginable. Waves build tunnels of hope, where the greatest surfers find serenity and poise – for when they are in them, riding the smooth surface below a crashing mass, there is nothing more exhilarating. It rocks their soul. Because no matter the time of day, a rising sun on the horizon of a shattered ocean or a sunset painting magical works on the canvas of open water, waves find their way to the shore.

Know that I love you like those waves. I will come and go, but regardless I will never crash and dissipate into oblivion. As the waves roll in and back out again, I will too. I know its different when I live here and you there, but I will blanket you when you need covers; I will ride the smooth surface with you when all you need is a partner to rock your soul for a day. So as we age like an ocean, continually move like the waves, I hope that we will be able to play on the shores every once and awhile. Stay true to the boy I met on a rainy night – one that may get lost in the crowd, but only because he’s dreaming of being somewhere else. And I hope that at the end of the day, you can say: “I saw the way a Hawaiian wave collides, how a Tahitian wave sails to it’s shore, how an Australian Aussie plummets down the stunning cascade, or how in the moment I find myself amongst the waves core, I find my serenity.”