Because there had never been anyone like you … ever in the world.
So enchanted with you were the wind and the rain that they whispered the sound of your wonderful name.
It sailed through the farmland high on the breeze … Over the ocean … And through the trees … Until everyone heard it and everyone knew of the one and only ever you.
For never before in story or rhyme (not even once upon a time) has the world ever known a you, my friend, and it never will, not ever again …
Heaven blew every trumpet and played every horn on the wonderful, marvelous [morning] you were born.
~ Nancy Tillman [edited from original]~