You Know Too Much

Thirty, sis , and somehow you're more yourself than ever, which is the best thing a decade can do for a person. Here's to bigger plans, deeper friendships, and a year that finally pays back even a little of what you give everyone else. I'm proud of you. I'm lucky to know you. Happy 30th.

Happy birthday, sis. We don't say it enough, so let me say it now: you are extraordinary. This is embarrassing for both of us. Let's never speak of it again.

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.