You know who you are, you fantastic person, you. I know who you are, too, but I understand your desire for privacy. I’m afraid to say too much here, afraid that someone will piece it together and discover who you are. So, I will happily conspire with you in keeping your identity secret.
I will (carefully) say this, though: I know that life is hectic. I don’t get to see you as often as I like. When I do, however, it is as though someone opened a window to let a little light and air into the room, and my heart is instantly warmed. You are far more amazing than you have ever given yourself credit for being. For reals, yo.
Much, much love to you,