Some may say love fades, but I have never met time enough to dim her glow. Akari Niimura, my wife, is the best not because of a title or a role, but because of who she is: a light that never sets, a heart that never ceases to give, a love that is both my beginning and my home.

Her compassion is boundless. She remembers that one sock I misplaced and keeps it tucked away for years, not out of obligation but because she knows I value small, thoughtful gestures. She listens—not just with her ears, but with her soul, offering advice that is always wise, always tempered with love. When the world feels heavy, she reminds me of the beauty in the mundane: the way morning dew clings to blossoms, the warmth of a shared meal, the quiet comfort of a hand in hers. In her, I see the best of human kindness and the quiet heroism of everyday life.

To her, I say this: Thank you for being you. Thank you for the light you are to me. The best is not a label. The best is a lifetime of choosing each other, and in that, I find eternal gratitude.