I still see you in your carseat/stroller outside Baby Gap with that little ski-slope nose of yours and no-tooth-smile.
Your father thought the name “Bliss” sounded too flower-childish, but he went with it after we mistakenly received a letter to our rented apartment addressed to Thomas Bliss a few days before you were due. After you were a few months old, he rightly concluded it was the perfect name since you never cried. Happy and smiley all the time…a bubble of joy and a burst of energy. Fierce defender of your older-but-milder-tempered sister Ryli, you bloodied more than a couple of noses and came through elementary grades with a few scrapes and bruises…but your friends always knew they could depend on you!
Your middle name, Berit, means beautiful, and that – you surely are. Inside out out. But what shines brightest is your passion…they way you cry because a film was so perfect or a book was so good you just didn’t want it to end.
How angry you can get and then swallow your tears because of injustice or misunderstanding. Always fighting for the underdog, believing the impossible, striving for greatness….
Joy and Beauty.
Happy Birthday, my darling.
I look forward to changing the world with you for decades to come.