40th Wishes

Forty looks unfairly good on you. Two decades of friendship and counting , and somehow the inside jokes still get better. Happy 40th, my friend. Long may we age disgracefully.

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.

Forty, bro. Half a lifetime of being my person , through every version of both of us. Here's to the next half. Happy 40th.

Forty, Uncle. The years suit you the way the family suits you , perfectly, easily, like you've been doing it your whole life. Happy 40th.

Happy 40th, my love. The forties are when you fully stop pretending. You know exactly who you are, exactly what you will and won't put up with, and exactly how you take your coffee. You are the most yourself you have ever been , and you have never, in my opinion, been better. Happy birthday.

Forty, bro. The decade where the nonsense mostly falls away and what's left is actually you , no performance, no posturing, just the real version. I've always liked the real version. Happy 40th. And turn down the music. I said what I said.

Forty, my friend. This is the decade where you fully, publicly stop caring what the wrong people think. The nonsense falls away. The good stuff stays. And what's left is you , the actual version , which is somehow even better than I thought when we were twenty and thought we had it figured out. Happy 40th. Long may we embarrass ourselves only on our own terms.

Forty, my love, and even more yourself than the day I met you. May this decade hold all the soft, brave, beautiful things you've been quietly building toward.

Forty looks lovely on you, Mom. May this year be soft on you, the way you've been soft on the rest of us for forty years.