For my wife, who taught me to meet each day with a grateful heart, and whose belief in me, when the road was uncertain, became the steady presence that revealed depths no equation could reach.
For my grandmother, who first taught me to look up at the stars and the moon, to question what I saw, and to feel the pull of a universe far larger than myself.
And most importantly:
For my daughters, whose beauty lives not just in my eyes but in my heart. I will fight with my last failing breath to protect you, for you are more precious than the stars, the moon, or anything else the universe has ever gifted to me.
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