Laiba

You are not just a birthday I celebrate — you are the reason every date on the calendar feels warmer. From a girl who put peanuts in Zohaib’s mouth to the woman who set my entire world on fire, every single year of your life was building towards this. Towards us. Towards the kind of love that doesn’t ask permission. I don’t take lightly that I get to call you mine. You are my Laiba. My obsession. My home. Here is to 21 years of you existing in this world and ruining me completely — in the best possible way. And here is to every single year that comes after. Wild, relentless, and entirely ours.

— Your Hayat   ♥   Always & Completely