For Marissa
This is yours. I made it for you.
This little corner of the internet belongs to you. No one else can see it. No one can take it away.
It's just a place where I can keep some things I want you to have. Photos of us. Words I mean. Evidence that you're loved, for the days when your head tries to tell you otherwise.
You can come back here whenever you need to.
Us
The good moments. The ones I keep coming back to.
Delilah
Our girl.
What I See
Things I notice about you. Things that are true.
The way you talk to Delilah like she understands every word. She does, I think.
How you get completely absorbed when you're crocheting — the world disappears.
The little hum you do when you're cooking something you're excited about.
Your patience. Even when things are hard, even when you're tired.
The way you care about doing things right. Not for credit. Just because it matters to you.
Letters
Words I mean.
Dear Marissa,
[Your letter content here. This is the space for you to write what you want to say. It can be long or short. It can be one letter or several. Whatever feels right.]
[You might write about what she means to you. Or specific memories. Or just... whatever you need her to know.]
Your Favorites
Things you love, gathered in one place.