All The Days We've Gathered

It snuck up on me again this year—the way the pages turn and suddenly we're standing on another anniversary, looking back at months that felt both long and impossibly quick. I think about the quiet moments most: morning coffee, your laugh from the other room, the way you reach for my hand without thinking.

Another year of ordinary days stacked into something extraordinary, another year of choosing each other in ways big and small. I don't know what I did to deserve a love that keeps deepening, but I'm grateful for every single day that brought us here. Here's to us, and to all the days still waiting.