For Sara
my wife, my home, my favorite everything
When morning spills its gold across the floor and coffee curls in steam beside the pane, I find I love you more than the day before — and come tomorrow, I’ll say it all again.
You are the calm inside my crowded days, the steady hand when all my plans go wrong, the light that finds me through the thickest haze, the quiet harmony beneath my song.
I’ve built a hundred things with these two hands — some stood, some fell, some never came to be — but this, our life, is where my whole heart stands: the truest thing I’ve ever built is “we.”
You laugh, and every room I’m in grows bright; you speak, and every storm in me grows still; you are my morning and my evening light — I loved you then, I love you now, I always will.
So if the journey ever seems too long, and night comes down before we reach the shore, just take my hand — you’re where my heart belongs, and I will love you all the way, and more.
Forever and always,Cameron