The First Person I Never Had to Explain Myself To
- Heartfelt
Happy birthday, bro. You were the first person I knew I’d never have to explain myself to. I still don’t. That’s the gift.
Happy birthday, bro. You were the first person I knew I’d never have to explain myself to. I still don’t. That’s the gift.
Happy birthday, bro. You've been the person I measure my own steadiness against , and most days you set the bar higher than I can reach. You showed up for me before I knew how to ask. You'll show up again, I know. Today the showing up is mine. Cheers to you, brother. I love you in the quiet, lifelong way.
Thirty, brother , and the kid I grew up with has turned into someone I genuinely look up to. You did the work quietly, the way you do everything. Today let us be loud about you for a change. Proud of you. Lucky to know you. Happy 30th.
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. Some part of me was already learning how to be brave by watching you do it. Still am, honestly.