Seven things hidden across this page. All of them yours.
My baby,
Happy Easter. Even if I'm saying it late, and from too far away.
I wanted to build you something tonight. Not because the holiday required it, but because I was sitting here thinking about you and couldn't stop. That's most nights, honestly. But Easter felt different. Something about spring. Something about things coming back to life. Something about knowing that what we have keeps growing even when we're 1,200 miles apart.
I keep finding new things to love about you, bebe. That's the real hunt. The one that never ends. Every week I notice something I missed before. A new way you show patience. A new way you make me feel safe. A softness I didn't think was possible from someone carrying so much.
You didn't get an Easter with me this year. I'm sorry for that. But I hope this page found you the way I wish I could. Late at night, with something warm, just to let you know you're not alone.
I hope you found all seven. You deserve every single one.
"Second Easter apart. Still finding new reasons to love you. Still completely, quietly, endlessly yours."
The hunt never really ends.