Hidden through my childhood, seen by select few. Encouraged by a minority, overlooked by masses. Put on center stage and taught to steal the show. My performance was made possible by the anointing of God, my audience of one. All I have accomplished and accumulated amounts to this: a bud not yet bloomed. What will I become? Whoever I put the care into becoming. I pray she will be gentle, beautiful, powerful, and courageous. A servant leader, bold artist, and incredible listener. I am leaning in to see what happens as with one burst of power and energy when this bud blooms. It has taken its time, and I have been poised with anticipation to take her picture. As I am filled with anticipation for my own unveiling. Now that the hurts have begun to heal and the foundation is nearly complete... what fruit will grow??? God only knows: but here’s to us. Together working side by side to heal and grow and never give up. We are leaning in for your unveiling to. I am grateful to have you in my life. Cheers.