Eleven

Eleven.
I don’t think I ever quite sleep the night of your birthday. My mind is always awake replaying all the years that have passed... wondering how we got here so fast. Thinking and worrying and wondering.
But mostly knowing how I wouldn’t trade anything about this life, not for one second, I really wouldn’t.
I love exactly who you are.
We are exactly where we are supposed to be.
I’m right here with you for whatever is next.
11.
I think 11 is going to be a good year.
Happy Birthday to my biggest little love.
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