One More Year Of Everything

It feels like just yesterday we were figuring out how to share a blanket without stealing it from each other. Now here we are, another trip around the sun, and somehow the laughter has only gotten richer. Every year with you adds another layer to a story I never want to stop writing.

I think about all the quiet moments—the morning coffees, the late-night talks, the comfortable silences that say more than words ever could. You have made ordinary days feel like something worth keeping. Here is to us, to everything we have built, and to everything still waiting for us.