Forty, My Love , Even More Yourself
- Heartfelt
Forty, my love, and even more yourself than the day I met you. May this decade hold all the soft, brave, beautiful things you’ve been quietly building toward.
Forty, my love, and even more yourself than the day I met you. May this decade hold all the soft, brave, beautiful things you’ve been quietly building toward.
Happy birthday, my love. I don't believe in much I can't see, but I believe in this: that some part of me was already promised to you before either of us arrived. The way you laugh. The way you love. The way you make every ordinary day feel like a gift I almost can't believe I get to open. Today is yours. The rest of my days are too.
Happy birthday, my love. You make the ordinary feel sacred. The morning coffee. The quiet drives. The everything-and-nothing nights. The way you laugh at something on your phone and tilt the screen toward me so I can laugh too. All of it , because you. Today I'm trying, badly, to give back even a fraction of the small holy things you give every day.
Happy birthday, my love. You are the home I never knew I was looking for, and the one I'd find again in any life.
Happy birthday, my love. You make the bed every morning even when I try to stay in it. The patience you have demonstrated is frankly award-worthy.