A year ago I sent you a message and waited, hoping you'd reply. You did — the next morning, saying you'd turned notifications off. I'm so glad you turned them back on.

Since then you've become my first thought in the morning and my last Wordle at night. You make the ordinary days feel like the best ones.

Happy birthday, my love. Here's to painting dates, Venice, teaching you every game I know, and all the chapters we haven't written yet.