that smile of yours
make a wish, my love
when you cook for me
happy birthday, you
soft mornings with you
A whole sky for you. Wander through it — there are wishes, letters, photographs, candles to blow out, and fortunes to read. Take your time, my love.
I'm writing this from somewhere that isn't where you are, and that feels strange. You're not here today — but somehow, you still are. In every quiet moment. In the half-thoughts I keep almost saying out loud.
I want you to know how loved you are. You are thoughtful in the way that matters most — the noticing kind. You are smart without ever needing to prove it. You are honest, which is a rare and beautiful thing.
You are handsome inside and out — a face I never tire of, a heart I keep finding new corners of. And the way you cook for people? That's a love language all its own.
Today, even from far away, I hope you feel held. I hope the sky leans in and whispers back everything I'd tell you in person.
— me ♡
Kenny — even the sky knows it's your day.
You're the most thoughtful person I know — the one who notices the small things, who remembers what other people forget. You're smart in a way that's never showy, just quietly excellent at everything you turn your mind to. And you're honest, which is rarer than people realize — gentle with the truth, but never afraid of it.
You're handsome inside and out. A face I never get tired of, and a heart I keep finding new corners of. And — a good chef. The way you cook says everything about who you are: patient, generous, paying attention.
You are so deeply, ridiculously loved.