“I’m twenty-eight years old today, Cara, and I swear to God, my life didn’t begin until a year ago, when I met you. All I want to do is keep living it with you. Wake up slow, bask in how lucky, how grateful I am, that yours is the first face I get to see. Make eyes at each other in the bathroom mirror while we brush our teeth. Have coffee side by side at the kitchen counter, our elbows brushing. Laugh with you. Learn with you. Grow with you. Walk out into this world with your hand in mine so I can love you out loud. Crawl into bed with you each night so I can love you quiet.”
