The Golden Hour Method with Meredith Ramirez

Happy birthday my love . I love you and there’s nobody else I’d rather be on this wild ride with. Thank you for all the ways you love us. We are truly rich to belong to you ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

Rich because you called me your girlfriend, before I ever was,
when you and your dad drove by me
on the street on a weekday afternoon.

Rich because I have a million names for you and you respond to all of them.

Rich because God only knows what I’d be without you

Rich when you hold me
Rich when you save me
Rich because you know me
Rich and it’s crazy

Rich in our future
And our memories, too
Rich now, forever
My riches are you

To everything. Everywhere. All the time. ✨✨✨

Gratitude is a world full of color and and a heart full of peace ✨✨✨

Some bits and pieces…..
1. Field trip to the theatre with my guy.
2. Golden Hour loves ✨✨✨
3. Cotton candy and sunshine
4. Fall Fest forever
5. Carving time
6. Tooth pullin era
7. King of the hill
8. Mom and Dad
9. Altar de Día de Los mu***os
10. Touch a bunny
11. Anything is possible ✨✨✨

To everything. Everywhere. All the time ✨

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Be grateful for what you have.
Work hard for what you want.
Help others get what they need.

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📸:

Ebbs and flows
Highs and lows
Yes’s and no’s
Stops and go’s
Fast and slows
Darkness and glow
Above and below
All just to grow ✨✨✨

📸 :

37 ✨✨✨

Dear Julio,

Another year of this wild ride. I never feel I have all the right words or even new ones but, here are some, for you.

I know the days are long for you, especially. I see you building a dream for us all with your bare hands and your whole heart. So many don’t see the depth of your work and sacrifice, but I do.

I watch you toss and tickle and wrestle the little joys of our life, with tired eyes and a happy laugh. They may not remember the days you stopped in the middle of everything to admire a dress or be a dinosaur or, notice all the ways you shape their lives with love, but I do.

I love looking through pictures of you when you were younger, and that you keep photographs in boxes under the bed, like precious pieces of your life. I wish I knew you then, too. Some may never know the sentiment and love you carry with you, but I do.

I close my eyes and see us someday, when all the time has passed. We’ll still sit on the same side of the table in restaurants and you’ll still hold my hand. Nobody else may dream of an older version of us, but I do.

I’ve had you 17 birthdays now, and I want all the rest. To me, life starts and ends with your smile. If ever I were to be asked if I’ve known the good life, I’ll pause and remember the first time I said “I do.”

Happy birthday to you, mi todo. Mi sueño. Mi amor.

Us. Just like this. Forever, please.