Catch the butterflies and ladybugs. Each one is holding a piece of how I feel about you. Fill the heart, get the letter.
Every butterfly you caught is a moment I'm grateful for you. Every ladybug is a little bit of luck you brought into my life — which is most of it, honestly.
I love your laugh. I love how you make ordinary days feel like the best ones. I love that out of everyone in the world, you chose me too.
You're my favorite person, my favorite human, my favorite everything. And I am so, so lucky to be yours.
Catch the falling flowers to build your bouquet. Each one comes with a truth about how beautiful you are.
When you walk into a room, something shifts. The air gets lighter. People look. And I always think — that's mine. That impossibly beautiful person is somehow mine.
Your eyes hold more warmth than you realize. Your smile is the kind that stays with people long after you've left. The way you carry yourself — effortlessly, gently, with that quiet grace — is something I could watch forever.
I don't have a word for what you are to me. Beautiful is too small. Stunning falls short. You are simply the most gorgeous thing in my world, inside and out.
Catch the falling stars — each one is something you've done that fills my heart with pride. Reach the end for my final message to you.
You have no idea what it feels like to watch you grow. Every challenge you face, you meet it. Every hard day, you get through it. Every version of you that shows up is stronger than the last — and I've been lucky enough to watch it all.
The things you carry quietly, the effort you put into everything, the way you keep going even when it's hard — I see it all. Every single bit of it. And it fills me with a pride I genuinely cannot put into words.
You are someone I look up to. Someone who inspires me just by being who she is. I brag about you to people. Not because I have to — because I genuinely can't help it.