Happy Birthday,
Linda

There are days the world feels loud and unfinished, and then there is you — quiet, certain, my favorite sentence in any room.

I think about how lucky I am that of all the days, in all the years, today is the one that brought you here. Without you, the calendar would just be paper.

Thank you for your laugh, for your patience, for the small kind things you do without ever being asked. Thank you for letting me love you, and for loving me back in the steady, gentle way that you do.

Today is yours. I hope it feels soft and warm and full of every little thing that makes you smile. And I hope you know — really know — how much you are adored.

Always yours,

— Me