May you be...

May you be loved at every stage of your life.

May you be loved when you're thriving...

and when you're barely holding it together.

May you be loved when you're confident...

and when you're still learning who you are.

May you be loved when you succeed...

and when you fail.

May you be loved for your laughter,

your tears,

your dreams,

your quirks,

your healing,

and even your scars.

May you never have to shrink yourself to fit into someone else's version of love.

May you find the kind of love that feels safe.

The kind that stays.

The kind that makes you feel seen, accepted, and at peace.

And until that love finds you...

May you become that love for yourself.

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