Mara. No more. No less.

She is beautiful... that's what anyone would or should say. But. How can one so complex and full of life, ideas, sorrow, drive, and unique perspective be summed up in a word so generic. Even the most eloquent of words would never be enough to paint a picture of such a creature. If there is such a thing as a creature, I don't believe even he would be able to purposely craft this being of wonder. Her soul is something of wonder. God himself would be unable to speak her essence into partial existence. It's ineffable, really. Not even she knows or understands it. She ponders on life and where she fits into a world that has yet to see what she can do. If only I could find the words to make her see what she cannot. If only I was so perceptive and descriptive. All I am capable of is watching her in awe of the things she says and does. I am awe struck and in dumbfound love. I am not even holding on to anything but her and watch her as we rush into the unknown head first and recklessly.

(Have to stop. She just ran us off the road. Isn't she wonderful?)

To be continued...

-JW