21/02/2026
Mon Cœur.
Husband of my youth.
I will take every reason to celebrate you. I will seize every occasion to honour you. And even where words fail me, I will never miss an opportunity to write for you.
Like I told you earlier today, I could write a whole thesaurus trying to capture how phenomenal you are, and it still wouldn’t be flattery. It would probably still fall short.
You are an answer to prayers I could never have had the foresight to utter. A covering I didn’t know how much I needed until I stood safely inside it. A leadership that is tender, protective, and freeing all at once. A reminder that God does not rush His gifts; He prepares them. You embody what I did not yet have language for. Your presence in my life is proof that the best blessings arrive beyond the boundaries of our imagination.
Ryan, I love you.
I respect you; not just because you’re my husband, but because you are worthy of it. Your journey is laced with tales of grace, sacrifice, grit, and humility. The kind of humility that is not too fragile to be teachable. The kind that puts fuel to the wings of others, not caring whether or when they’ll fly higher than you. The kind that is only found in people who truly know who they are.
I am grateful for you. For the man you are, the man you are becoming, and the journey that has shaped you. I’m grateful for how safe my heart is with you. I’m grateful for how firmly rooted you are in Christ. I’m grateful that you exist.
And on this 33rd birthday, I pray for you. That Christ may be fully formed in you. That His will is perfected in you. I pray that you walk in new levels of wisdom, clarity, and alignment. For strength to carry what is yours, and grace to lay down what is not. For the courage to walk into everything with your name on it. I pray that your Jesus Year will be just that: one where your life reflects all that Christ is, and all that He has called you to be.
Je t’aime tellement. And I’m here for the full ride.
Endlessly. Fiercely. Forever.
Your wife.
