Dear God,
Thank you for salty almonds that squeak between teeth when chewed.
And for boys, skin browned and warmed by the sun, eyes a cobalt blue.
That feeling when you get out of the water and the air kisses your skin
Thank you for ice cream that dribbles, melts, hugs onto your sticky chin.
For quiet nights of playing paparazzi for the white light night stars
And for dancing nights and singing nights when you know just who you are.
For friends that love you and hug you and know your strengths
And for people who stretch you silly, but help you reach new lengths.
Thanks for boys who aren't afraid to entwine their fingers in your hand
For being spontaneous, navigating off the map, and being quite unplanned.
Thank You.
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