To my little monke,

I hope you have a wonderful birthday. I hope you have a wonderful year. I hope you have a wonderful life. I hope you have a wonderful everything. You deserve it all and more.

You are intelligent, creative, precious and rare. Too good to be true. You don't see yourself the way I do. You are not vain, you don't pose, you don't over-analyse. You talk to people with kindness and ease You have a warm, kind and generous personality. You know how to move forward and think for yourself. You don't know how special you are, but I do. I admire you. Are you even real?

I love you so much. I love your voice. I love your hair. I love your body. I love the way your mind works. I love your style. I love your music taste. I love sitting next to you in silence. Doing nothing with you feels like everything. I love that you understand me. I love that you are patient with me. I love that are interested in the world and machines and systems and people and art/music/culture/history. You are so interesting.

I want to be tangled up with you. All week. I want to hear your every thought, every dream. Every thought you share with me feels like a secret I get to keep. I want you to sleep with your head on my chest and feel your heart beat next to mine. I want to create with you.

Knowing you has been my greatest gift. Because of you, my love feels full. You taught my heart how to open and I am honoured to have you in my life.

We're working it out together.

I love you, Lily.

happy birthday,
your Sam

Lily and Sam

Some lists (final lists TBD!!):

Things we're going to do in Toronto this summer:

Things we're going to do generally: