Your most endearing quality is your endurance. You do not buckle in frustration when the last eggs fall and crack on their way to the mixing bowl. You do not stop, even for the rain that looms on your way to the beach. When I think of how unyielding you are to whatever comes your way it makes me feel like I too can endure. My enduring feeling looks like a plank on a withering rose bush, supportive and strong. Like how Peyton never gives up on homework she can't understand, a furrowed brow, determined to get it. It smells like the morning after a storm, mixed with sadness but bright with promise. I am grateful for each new day and hopeful about every new step as I endure.