First Friend, Last Call

Happy birthday, sis. Some bonds are built. Ours just always was , old as breath, easy as Sunday.

Happy birthday, sis. We grew up in the same house. We survived the same chaos. The fact that both of us turned out functional is a greater achievement than anyone gives us credit for.

Thirty, sis — and you wear it like you wear everything else: confidently, beautifully, on your own terms. Here's to a decade of bigger plans, deeper friendships, and exactly the life you've been building toward. Happy 30th.

Forty, sis. The decade where you stop pretending to like things you don't like, stop going to events you don't want to go to, and start charging what you're worth. It's the most powerful decade there is and it looks incredible on you. Don't waste a single year of it. Happy 40th.