Happy 11 months !!!!
Eleven Months of Us
Eleven months ago,
I never could have known
that one beautiful beginning
would become a love I’d call my own.
Eleven months of moments,
of laughter, kisses, and dreams,
of finding something in your heart
that means more than words can seem.
You have a way of making me feel
like I am precious in your eyes,
like I am someone worth holding close,
someone you would never leave behind.
You make me feel beautiful
in ways that go beyond my face—
you make me feel seen and treasured,
loved with tenderness and grace.
And it isn’t only the big moments
that make me love you so.
It’s the little things you do
that you may not even know.
It’s the way my heart feels lighter
when I know that you are near,
the way a simple thought of you
can quiet every fear.
It’s knowing that somewhere in this world
there is someone I can hold,
someone whose arms can feel like home,
someone whose heart I want to know.
These eleven months have given me
so much more than time.
They’ve given me memories,
and a love that feels divine.
And if eleven months can hold
this much love inside,
I can only imagine what forever
might look like by your side.
Next month, we’ll celebrate
a whole year of you and me—
twelve months of our story,
twelve months of our journey.
But tonight, I simply want you to know
how grateful my heart can be
for every day you’ve loved me,
and every day you’ve chosen me.
Kevin, you don’t just make me feel loved.
You make me feel special.
You make me feel wanted.
You make me feel beautiful.
You make me feel like I matter.
And after eleven months,
my heart still gets that little rush
when I see your name,
hear your voice,
or find myself thinking about you.
So here’s to eleven months of us—
to everything we’ve already shared,
to everything still waiting for us,
and to the love that brought us here.
One more month until our first year…
And if I had to choose all over again,
I would still choose you.
Happy 11 months, my love.
I love you more than these words can hold,
and I can’t wait to see
where our next chapter takes us.
Eleven months ago,
I never could have known
that one beautiful beginning
would become a love I’d call my own.
Eleven months of moments,
of laughter, kisses, and dreams,
of finding something in your heart
that means more than words can seem.
You have a way of making me feel
like I am precious in your eyes,
like I am someone worth holding close,
someone you would never leave behind.
You make me feel beautiful
in ways that go beyond my face—
you make me feel seen and treasured,
loved with tenderness and grace.
And it isn’t only the big moments
that make me love you so.
It’s the little things you do
that you may not even know.
It’s the way my heart feels lighter
when I know that you are near,
the way a simple thought of you
can quiet every fear.
It’s knowing that somewhere in this world
there is someone I can hold,
someone whose arms can feel like home,
someone whose heart I want to know.
These eleven months have given me
so much more than time.
They’ve given me memories,
and a love that feels divine.
And if eleven months can hold
this much love inside,
I can only imagine what forever
might look like by your side.
Next month, we’ll celebrate
a whole year of you and me—
twelve months of our story,
twelve months of our journey.
But tonight, I simply want you to know
how grateful my heart can be
for every day you’ve loved me,
and every day you’ve chosen me.
Kevin, you don’t just make me feel loved.
You make me feel special.
You make me feel wanted.
You make me feel beautiful.
You make me feel like I matter.
And after eleven months,
my heart still gets that little rush
when I see your name,
hear your voice,
or find myself thinking about you.
So here’s to eleven months of us—
to everything we’ve already shared,
to everything still waiting for us,
and to the love that brought us here.
One more month until our first year…
And if I had to choose all over again,
I would still choose you.
Happy 11 months, my love.
I love you more than these words can hold,
and I can’t wait to see
where our next chapter takes us.
51-55, F
