A few words
Twenty-three looks good on you, but then most things do. You have a way of walking into an ordinary day and leaving it better than you found it.
This past year asked a lot of you and you kept showing up anyway. Not loudly, not for applause — just quietly, the way you do everything that matters.
You are the kind of good that doesn't need an occasion.
So here's to the next twelve months of you. May each moment be gentler, sublime and colorful than the last, and may every one of them find you exactly where you're meant to be.