Thank you for loving me. For knowing me well enough to notice when I am happy or sad, disappointed or overwhelmed. In the silence I notice everything you do — how you reach for my hand when I am having a nightmare, how you hold me a little tighter when I see something that makes me cry.
Thank you for choosing me every single day.
For fighting for what we have when difficulty hangs heavy in the air, for insisting that we are stronger together, filled with the potential to make even the hardships that will meet us into lessons, into seeds that grow us.
Thank you for always being my voice of reason. For calming me down when doubt sinks into my skin, for building my restless a heart a safe place within your very own.
Thank you for inspiring me to be a better person. For seeing gardens within me when I see concrete.
Thank you for being proud of me.
Thank you for loving the parts of myself I used to hide, for cherishing the quirks and the twists that others always wanted to untie.
Most importantly — thank you for making an effort that stretches far beyond a simple bouquet of loud red roses. For making it your mission to make me smile; to fill my life with wonder, everyday.
You and your ability to love so openly, and so deeply, is stunning.
With every new day you make me want to discover more and more ways to make you happy, you make me want to invent new words that could rightfully describe just how much I feel for you.
You have taught me that love can thrive, that it can come back into your life and change you from the inside. You have taught me how courageous it is to simply have faith in the heart of another, and all I can say, with every inch of my patchwork soul, is thank you.
Thank you for what you do.
Thank you for how you love me. ❤️❤️❤️❤️