Old as Breath, Easy as Sunday

Twenty-one, sis. The world is opening up , go meet it on your terms, the way you've always done. Just remember to call home sometimes. Happy 21st.

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.

Happy birthday, sis. Of all the people I could have grown up beside, the universe gave me you. The first person who knew every weird thing about me. The first person who never made me feel weird about any of it. I'll never stop being grateful for the assignment , for the random, holy accident of growing up beside you. Happy birthday, my first and forever friend.

Forty looks unfairly good on you, sis. May this decade hand you back every brave, generous thing you've poured into the rest of us.