Dear Honey,
Happy birthday. ❤️
I have thought about what I could give you,
what I could buy, what I could plan, and what could
possibly feel worthy of celebrating you.
And somehow I kept coming back to the same thing:
words.
Because there are so many things about you that I
notice. So many little things that probably seem
ordinary to you but aren't ordinary to me.
I love the conversations.
I love the laughter.
I love the moments when we pray together.
I love hearing what is on your mind.
I love learning more about the person underneath
everything everyone else gets to see.
I love that there are moments with you that don't
need anything spectacular happening to become
memorable.
Sometimes it is just us talking.
Sometimes it is just sitting together.
Sometimes it is feeding each other,
laughing about something silly,
listening to music,
studying the Bible,
or simply being close.
Those moments matter to me more than you probably know.
And on your birthday, I don't just want to celebrate
another year of your life.
I want to celebrate you.
The man you are.
The man you are becoming.
The things God has placed inside you.
The dreams you carry.
The things you're still figuring out.
Even the parts of yourself you haven't learned to
appreciate yet.
I pray this next year brings you closer to God,
closer to purpose, and closer to the person He created
you to become.
And selfishly...
I hope I get to witness some of that journey.
So this is my little corner of the internet for you.
A place full of memories, words, prayers, photographs,
and little reminders of how I see you.
Happy birthday, Honey.
I am grateful for you.
— Annie