I’m the person that has the rare privilege of knowing Tiffany Ann Rose better than most, on this lovely planet, and what a gift she is.

I’m the person that watches her do kitchen magic as she prepares love-infused food for those with hearts that ache with loss and grief.

I’m the one that hears all about the nights she lays awake sending healing energy to those that are in pain.

I’m the one that knows her deepest fears and insecurities, and no matter how afraid she feels she still shares her message without faltering.

I’m the one that understands how much physical pain she’s endured and gets up and does whatever needs to be done anyway (without complaining, I might add).

I’m the one that knows how deeply the words spoken by her teacher, “no wonder your dad left, you’re such a bad little girl,” cut into her tender 6 year old heart.

I’m the one that understands how the standing ovation she got for a song she wrote and played for the whole school at age 10 still stands as one of the highlights of her life.

I’m the one that knows what she felt as a 14 year old being chased and beaten up by a group of girls from church.

I’m the one that understands how sweet her heart is and the vastness of her love.

I’m the one that wakes to her dulcet voice and luscious touch every morning.

I’m the one with her undying support and endless encouragement to be true to myself even if it means going from Suzi to Jack…my God, where did this woman come from??!

I’m the one totally and completely smitten and captive to her elegance and beauty, and proud to say it.

And I’m the one that wishes for you, to have all your heart yearns for, including someone one as magnificent as Tiffany.

Love,

Jack

P.S. And I know with certainty that a joy-filled life is for you too, no doubt about it.