“Are you ready for your present?”
Isak quirks his eyebrows at Even, confused. There was breakfast in bed, naturally, another video, obviously--but it’s Even, so of course, of course, “There’s more?”
Even gasps, mock-offended. “Who do you think I am, Isak?” He opens a kitchen drawer and pulls a large container out, full of colourful sticky notes.
“I could’ve found that,” Isak says as Even hands him the container.
“Well, with all the time you spend cooking, that was a real concern of mine.”
Isak rolls his eyes as he takes the lid off the container, pulling out the first note.
Isak, today you suggested we invite Yousef over while Sana and Elias are away, thoughtful and considerate.
Isak, today you researched affirming churches so you could go with your mom, standing up for yourself while supporting her.
Isak, today you laughed at Magnus’s jokes, incredibly generous.
Isak, today you sat beside me. Maybe that doesn’t seem like much, but it is everything.
Isak digs around in the container: it feels like the notes are never-ending. “What is this?” he asks.
“Every day, I wrote down a reason I loved you. Actually, some days it was two notes, or three--but you can’t blame me for getting carried away when you’re you, you know?”
Isak doesn’t, not really, but Even’s helping him understand who he really is.
He just can’t wait to give Even his own container on his birthday.
