Her tranquil spirit

I seem to have let slip days such as this just like your regular January Saturdays. Regretfully, for many years now, it has just become a mental note and nothing more. How can I be so ephemeral about something that's so perpetual?

She's invincible as if she can take on the whole world whenever I am around her. She can blend her authoritativeness with a stroke of gentleness that is so distinctly hers. She laughs like Jurassic Park was the funniest movie she's ever caught on T.V.

I am the product of her devotion. I take after her resilience. I am invincible because of her still presence.