All I ever want to do.

Baby.

I told you I wouldn't ever ask more of you than you're willing to give. I told you I'd never push you anywhere you aren't ready to go.

And that's all true.

But, babe. If you ever are debating whether you're ready to show me where the delicate stops…

Just know that my whole entire heart will always be holding your whole entire heart.

Always.

No matter what.

And I know that's not something you can just read and know…
So, beb. I'm just gonna be here, just always trying to show you.
As best as I can, as best as I know how to do.
For as long as I have to, as long as it takes.

Until that day finally comes.

And each and every single day after.

For the rest of time.

Because baby…
It's all I even want to do anymore.
Everything else–everything–is ancillary.

Yours.