On this day, the universe did something extraordinary. It gave the world you. A little soul so full of light, so full of fire, so full of everything beautiful that words could never quite do justice. You came into this world as my queen before you even knew what that meant, and every single day since, you have worn that crown with more grace than you will ever give yourself credit for. This day is sacred. Happy Birthday, my love. The world has never been the same since you arrived, and neither have I.
There is nobody quite like you, baby. The way you carry yourself, the way you love, the way you light up a room without even trying. You are not just beautiful on the outside, you are beautiful in every single way that matters. My gorgeous human, inside and out.
Look at you. Look at what you have become. From that little girl with the biggest eyes and the brightest smile, to a soldier, a woman who stood up, raised her hand, and chose courage when it would have been so easy to choose comfort. I am so incredibly proud of you, baby. Not just for the uniform, not just for the rank, but for the strength it took to get there. Every early morning, every hard day, every moment you pushed through when you wanted to quit, I saw it. I see you. You are growing into someone truly extraordinary, and the best is still ahead of you. Keep going, my love. The world is not ready for everything you are about to become.
To us. To this. To four years of something so real it still catches me off guard sometimes. What a journey it has been, baby. We have laughed until we could not breathe, we have cried, we have grown, we have changed, and through all of it we have still chosen each other every single time. That is not nothing. That is everything.
Thank you for always being there. For us, for me, and just as importantly, for yourself. Watching you show up for your own life, watching you grow into who you are becoming, has been one of the greatest privileges of mine. You have pushed me in ways you do not even realise. You have made me better just by being you.
And can we talk about the movie nights? Baby. You have me watching full seasons over the phone like it is the most normal thing in the world, and honestly it is one of my favourite things. Curled up on call, both of us half asleep, neither one of us wanting to hang up first. Those moments are so simple and so small but I hold them so close. Every episode, every show you forced on me that I ended up loving, every time you fell asleep mid-scene and I just stayed on the call listening to you breathe. I would not trade a single one.
Four years. Four years of laughter and crying and long calls and missing each other and finding our way back. Four years of growing up together, figuring things out together, being each other's safe place. I look at where we started and where we are now and I am in awe of us, baby. Genuinely in awe.
I would not have wanted this with anyone else. Not even close.