I just finished a warm bowl of homemade chicken noodle soup on this chilly day. The aroma fills the kitchen, bringing comfort and memories of cozy evenings by the fire.

Constantly evolving, always learning, and excited to shape the future.

This isn’t the end of the world—it’s its breath

You didn’t fix it—but you made it bearable.

Thank you for seeing the light in me when I couldn’t.

The tin box rattles with forgotten names.

Gratitude hit me in waves long after you left.

Appreciating you today, tomorrow, always.