The Language We Speak — 10 Months with You (Happy Anniversary)



The Language We Speak — 10 Months with You

There’s a language we speak — you and I —
One without many words, but full of knowing.

It lives in our glances, in the silence we honor, in the way we keep choosing each other — not just on easy days, but especially on the hard ones.

Lately, I’ve been reflecting — not just on the love, but on the quiet strength it’s taken to build this little universe between us. There’s something beautiful about feeling safe, seen, and also lovingly roasted by the person you adore most.

Honestly? I’m overwhelmed…
Not with fear — but with gratitude.
(And yes, I’m crying again. Are we surprised?)

Thank you for loving me as I am — especially when I don’t have it all together.
Thank you for bringing softness to a world that can feel so sharp.
You saw the real me before I did — and you didn’t flinch.

That’s love.
Real. Kind. Honest

You are my home in a world that rarely makes sense.
People may see us together, but what we share is just ours — the quiet moments, the soul-deep trust, the nicknames that still melt me.

TJ, you love me in ways I didn’t know I needed.
You speak through my heart, not just to it.
You’ve never asked me to be anyone but myself.

You’ve believed in my words, my dreams — even my half-baked poetry ideas.
Because of you, I finally started writing my first poetry book:
Everything I Meant to Say.

That wouldn’t have happened without your quiet support and constant love.

And just so you know — I see you, too.
Building a future with grit and grace (and barely any sleep).
I’m so proud of you. I hope you feel that in every hug, every kiss, every look, every silly text.

Also — thank you for choosing not just me, but my son, too.
You welcomed him with open arms. That means more than I can ever say.
(He may play it cool… but yeah, he likes you.)

You are my anchor in the chaos.
And I, your compass — steady and true.

Together, we move forward, hand in hand.
Led by trust. Held by grace. Fueled by love.

Ten months in, and I still wake up in awe that you’re mine.

My love for you isn’t quiet —
It’s fierce, raw, and real.
You are my peace. My craving.
My once-in-a-lifetime. My home.

And I’ll spend forever showing you what that means.

Always your girl,
💕

Happy Anniversary my love!


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