Light. That’s the word that always came to me when I thought of you. When you were just starting your journey here, and still little more than a dream, I prayed it for you. Over and over. That you would be filled with it and drawn to it. That it would be drawn to you. That you would spread it. Light. It was all I could think to ask. All I could think to wish you. And now you are here, and I’m nearly blinded by your brightness.