For you, Erika.

I spend my days building things — companies, code, plans, futures. None of it would mean anything without you in the room when I look up from the keyboard.

You are the steadiest thing in my life. You laugh at the right parts. You see me when I'm tired and don't flinch. You make ordinary Tuesdays feel like something worth writing down.

If I'm the one shipping the company, you're the reason any of it is worth shipping. Every good decision I've made has had your fingerprints on it, somewhere.

So here's a small page on a small corner of the internet, just to say what I don't say often enough out loud: I love you. Today, tomorrow, and on every server that ever returns a 200.

Thank you for being mine.