Gifty

Happy Birthday

Gifty

Twenty-four years of being impossible to forget.

A few words

Twenty-four 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.

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

Psalm 23:1

That is my word of encouragement to you this year. Twenty-four years in, the Shepherd who has carried you this far has never once let you want — and He is not about to start now.

Here's to year twenty-four.

May this one be full of the things you've been quietly hoping for.

Made with love.