The Same Three Stories
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Happy birthday, my love. You are the only person I’ve voluntarily heard the same three stories from more than forty times and I would absolutely do it again. That’s love. That’s medicine.
Happy birthday, my love. You are the only person I’ve voluntarily heard the same three stories from more than forty times and I would absolutely do it again. That’s love. That’s medicine.
Happy birthday, my love. You are unreasonably good at most things, and it has made me both a better person and a slightly more self-conscious one. Worth it.
Thirty looks luminous on you, my love. A new decade with you on my arm feels less like an ending and more like the chapter I've been waiting to write. Happy 30th, beautiful — let's make it ours.
Happy birthday, my love. You make the ordinary feel sacred. The morning coffee. The quiet drives. The everything-and-nothing nights. The way you laugh at something on your phone and tilt the screen toward me so I can laugh too. All of it , because you. Today I'm trying, badly, to give back even a fraction of the small holy things you give every day.
Fifty years of you, half of them with me, and the math still feels like the luckiest thing that ever happened. Happy 50th, my love. You are extraordinary — and you're mine.