Accession,
Carolina.

My baby,

I don't think I've fully processed what you've done for me yet.

When I opened that box, I wasn't just opening a package. I was opening something that felt like a collection of your heart. Every item inside carried a piece of you with it, and the more I looked through everything, the more emotional I became. Not because of how much was inside, but because of how much you was inside.

The keepsake box alone nearly broke me. Seeing our little ottie character coloured by hand made me stop for a moment because I could picture you sitting there, carefully working on it, putting your time and love into something just for me. That's the thing that always gets me about you. You don't just give gifts. You give pieces of yourself. You take your time, your creativity, your attention, and your love and somehow turn them into things I can hold in my hands.

And then there was little Bubu 🥺♥️

I don't know if you fully understand how much I love things like that. Not because it's a figurine, but because every time I look at it, I'll think of you. It'll sit somewhere in my space and quietly remind me that somewhere out there is a beautiful girl who loves me enough to send a tiny piece of her world into mine. That's what makes it special.

And then your handwritten letter.

Babyyyy 🥰 that one got me.

There is something about seeing your handwriting that feels so personal and intimate. In a world where almost everything is typed and sent through screens, there is something unbelievably precious about words that physically came from your hand. I found myself slowing down while reading it because I didn't want to reach the end too quickly. Every sentence felt like getting to spend a little more time with you.

The truth is that this gift wasn't really a gift box.

It was evidence.

Evidence of your thoughtfulness.

Evidence of your love.

Evidence of how deeply you care for the people lucky enough to be loved by you.

Even the Codex hoodie made me smile because it felt so you. It wasn't random. It wasn't generic. It was something chosen because you know me. Because you pay attention. Because you notice the little details about who I am and what matters to me. That is one of the greatest feelings in the world, being known by someone the way you know me.

I think that's what I'm most grateful for tonight.

Not the items themselves.

It's the feeling behind them.

The feeling of being seen.

The feeling of being loved.

The feeling of knowing that someone across the distance sat down and spent their time, energy, creativity, and heart putting together something that would make me feel close to them.

And baby, it worked.

For a little while, the distance disappeared.

For a little while, it felt like you were right here with me.

Every item felt like a reminder that what we have is real. That our memories are real. That our love is real. And that there is this beautiful, caring, incredible woman who somehow chose me and continues to choose me every day.

Thank you for every single piece of that box.

Thank you for every thought behind it.

Thank you for every minute you spent creating it.

Most of all, thank you for being the kind of person who loves so deeply and so intentionally.

I will keep these things forever, not because they're objects, but because they're pieces of us.

And I promise you something, my love.

Years from now, when I look at that keepsake box, when I see little Bubu, when I read your letter again, when I pull on that hoodie, I won't just remember the gifts.

I'll remember the girl who gave them to me.

And that girl will always be one of the greatest gifts I've ever received.

Always and forever,

Dinesh ♥️