How The Years Keep Loving You

I used to think anniversaries were about counting, but with you they've become something more like remembering — the way you looked across a crowded room and chose me, the quiet mornings that somehow added up to a whole life. Every year with you feels less like a milestone and more like a chapter I never want to finish reading.

We've changed in all the small ways people do, and stayed the same in all the ways that matter. Your hand still finds mine without thinking, and I still feel like the luckiest person in any room we walk into. Here's to another year of ordinary moments that somehow feel like everything.