As I tend to use many metaphoric analogies to describe some of the things in my life, I came across one not long ago as I heard you sing, while driving in the car. This is just one of many, and the latest from a notebook filled with heartfelt analogies to one of the things I love most about my life. you.

It’s often said one must finish what they start. Though I agree, it seems well over the competence level of society to understand that indeed, one must finish what they embark on. Anything other, is know as quitting. That will never be the case for me.

Sunny afternoon as I walk past an array of homes, all within one-hundred feet of each other. Most of these homes were nice, others were beyond nice. As I continue to walk, turning my head left to right I stumble upon one particular home, in the middle of this neighborhood. All of these homes were well built, strong and with beautiful landscapes, but here is the only home on the block that wasn’t.

Brittle and cold. Unpaved pavement, destroyed landscape and shattered windows like if it didn’t make it past last winter. So frail beyond what the eyes can see, it’s beauty has been torn away and a heart that can barely beat.

There was something very intriguing about this home. As I stood face to face with it, I vowed to come back tomorrow and explore the inside and what remains.

I return, intrigued by this torn apart home and find nothing but treasure inside. And in that moment, the saying, one man’s garbage is another man’s treasure, had never deemed so true in my mind. The heart of this home was gold. Hazel furnishing and green walls compliment each other like ones of the pigments of eyes. Instantly, I decided to come back, clean up the place and fix it up. Restore it’s confidence and glory and most importantly, it’s beauty.

I began in the center of the home. The heart. I saw and listened and I made sure everything I was just right. From the furniture to the walls. Tiles on the floor and that old porch door. It was starting to come together. Then I hit a bump in the road. The roof of this home, leaks. As rain came down on me, I felt like giving up on this home.But then I looked at myself and said, I like this house and with a little hard work, I can make it beautiful once more. “It’s not about me, It’s about you.”

I thought this would take me a few weeks to fix, little did I know that the huge undertaking would take six long hard months of work. Just to make sure every leak was sealed, every wall was painted and every feeling was real. Six long, hard months in which took workloads out of me, physically, emotionally. I never gave up on this home. Finally, the landscape was almost ready. The green grass was growing and the beauty was showing. All that was left was to make this one mine. When I did, I knew everything was just right.

I built a room for music, where the tunes of the Beatles flow endlessly through the halls and into the library. Built bookshelves, to be filled with wildly intriguing books. Everything from a wallflower to a boy wizard, and words that pierce your brain with wit and knowledge. The living room had a large window, perfect for reading on a rainy day. The kitchen was restored and fully equipped to cook warm home meals and try the things you’ve never had a chance too, dear. The TV room, filled with electronics and a collection of DVD players. Watch all your favorite shows and even that one move about the Beatles. The bedrooms, all with vintage patterns and white sheets for your liking. Everything about these rooms, stood true to you. As we venture outside, more to love about this home, a wrap-around porch to sit and admire night’s beauty. A field of green grass, and all the landscape I did with my bare hands.

Plenty of times though, after this house was built into its true glory, with all the love and care I give, has tried to be broken into. No life scum or people with just no clue. Every single time, I stepped up and I’ve proved as the one that cares about this home, the one that worked so hard for what it’s become. No one will take my work down.

I will keep working, as I fight everyday to make sure that my work stands true. every. single. day, that passes by, you are reminded of what it is I do. It might have taken me months to get this home right, but I stuck with it and that shows I care, that’s what life is about.

This house has changed me, as an individual. It’s made me smarter and stronger and it’s helped me overcome some of things life had put in doubt.

I’m not trying to compare you to a house, I’m using this analogy to show you what I’ve been all about. I’ve always stood true to what you’ve wanted, what you’ve believed and what it is your about. I will never let you down, for this will always be my home. The same love and care will live on, I’m sure you know. That will never die as things start to unfold.

But always remember to stay true and stay you, and this home will be unlike anything you have every known.

I love you.