So. Ten years.
Elena,
I am no good at any of this out loud, so I had someone help me build you something quieter instead.
Thank you for the rainy afternoon, the freezing flat, the year we survived, and the mountain at the end of it. Thank you for staying, on the ordinary days most of all.
Here is to the next ten, and to every small thing I still fully intend to let you win.
Always, James