You are the voice of reason in my head. You whisper to me and I just know what path leads to the woods and which leads to the waterfall. You belie your years and go on to make me look like every day I have lived on earth I have learned nothing. Your wisdom astounds me and I don’t have opinions when you open your eternal Pandora box that gives you voice to the world. I don’t know how you have done it consistently, but, thanks to you, I feel less and less like a smartass. But wiser. And grown.