Twenty-one. A milestone.
But for you, my love, it isn’t just another birthday, it’s the next chapter of a story that you’ve been writing with courage, intention, and a heart so full that it changes everyone blessed enough to be in your orbit. And I get to be closest to that sunshine
When I look at you today, I don’t just see the woman I fell for. I see the woman you’re becoming steadily, boldly, beautifully
You’re 21, but your soul has always been a timeless child
This past year, I’ve watched you grow in ways that still leave me speechless. You’ve pushed through challenges. Taken leaps that would terrify most. And faced your fears with a valour that I admire more than I say. Whether it was navigating your job hunt, conquering your capstone, or simply choosing to nurture your wellbeing even on the days it felt heavy.
Your laughter fills a room like music. Your silly rants pull me in like a magnet. Your passion, whether for doggies, your dreams, some random fighter jet, or the life you’re building, it reminds me every day why loving you feels like a gift I will never take for granted.
You’ve shown me partnership, not the romanticized version, but the real thing. The kind where conversations matter. Where honesty matters. Where choosing each other every day matters.
But what I treasure most is the way you let yourself be fully you with me. The playful side. The vulnerable side. The passionate side. The soft, unguarded side you don’t show the world.
Here’s what I promise you, today and always:
- To celebrate your victories
- To face your storms with you
- To protect what we’re building
To fuck your goddamn brains out
You are my peace. My heart’s favorite place to rest.
Happy 21st Birthday, my love.
Thank you for being the miracle you are.
Thank you for letting me love you.
And thank you, more than anything, for being you.