Forty, Bro , Half a Lifetime of Being My Person
- Heartfelt
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, bro. Half a lifetime of being my person , through every version of both of us. Here’s to the next half. Happy 40th.
Happy birthday, bro. The world handed us each other, and somehow that turned out to be the best thing it handed either of us. The shared childhood. The shorthand. The way I never have to explain myself when something goes sideways , I just call you, and you know. Today the celebration is yours, but the thanks is mine. I'll keep it for as long as I get to.
Happy birthday, bro. Statistically you should have annoyed me into early retirement by now — and yet somehow you're still my favorite person. Don't read into it. Love you.
Happy birthday, bro. Look, you are objectively a lot , but you're also somehow exactly the right amount for this family. I don't know how that math works. It just does.
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.