How often do you celebrate yourself?
Check out this picture of me.
That’s Jason.
Little Jason.
He’s perfect.
Except… when he’s not. Wink.
He’s perfectly perfect.
He’s not enough for some people…
and too much for others.
Some people can’t handle him.
Some people can.
And some people just love the heck out of him.
I’ve decided:
He’s enough for me.
He can’t be too much.
He can’t be too little.
I love this little guy—
and the man he grows into.
I can handle him… most of the time.
And in the end,
I love the good, the bad, the ugly,
the beautiful,
and the utterly magical being that he is—
on this planet,
giving love and joy and depth and openness
to all he sees.
I really like this guy.