Ten months ago, if someone had told me that one conversation, one leap of faith would change everything, I don’t think I would have believed them. And then I met you.
You have a way of making the ordinary feel like a celebration. Of laughing at your own jokes before you finish them. Of knowing what I need before I’ve found the words to ask. In ten months we’ve made a hundred small memories, learned each other’s moods, changed plans, changed routines — but we never changed the way we feel about each other.
Thank you for every cuddle sesh, every argument, every kiss, every lazy Sunday, every time you chose us. I don’t know what the years ahead hold, but I know who I want beside me while it happens.
Here’s to us — the best thing I’ve ever done.