Happy birthday
Vicky
Nine years, and I still think getting to spend them with you was the luckiest thing that ever happened to me. Scroll slowly — it’s all here.
—days
—hours
—minutes
—seconds
The years
Us, in order
Gathering the photographs…
A letter
Something I wanted to say properly
[YOUR LETTER — first paragraph. Start somewhere small and specific: the way she says your name in the morning, the thing she always does at airports, the night you knew.]
[YOUR LETTER — second paragraph. Then say the big thing plainly. No flourish needed; she already knows the flourish. Just say it.]
Always,
[YOUR NAME]
From everyone else