Happy birthday, Quetzalli
It was no ordinary love; it was fierce, strong and abiding.
He was always protective with us, but also pushed us to new experiences and adventures.
His love for Quetzalli was different, though.
His sense of protection greater, his pride more abundant... it was like watching a small child wrap an unknowing adult around her little finger.
And she didn't have to lift a finger to do it.
She made his heart grow like the Grinch's heart, til it was bursting with the joy and fear only big love can bring.
Happy birthday, mija, know that your dad will never let go of that love. I hope you will always remember that.