The years you've given me
Every year I think last year was the best one. Then this one starts.
The letter
The years
The beginning
Neither of us had a plan. That turned out to be the whole plan.
The middle
Not all of them easy. Not one of them something I'd trade.
Now
Here's to the years that prove it. Every single one.
The gallery
The evidence. All the years, all the light.
For the record
Make a wish
Tap to blow out the candles
I'd pick this — all of it, the hard parts included — a hundred times over. Happy anniversary, Maya.
With everything — yours