If you’re reading this, congratulations. We are both alive today, on the same damp rock. I have officially orbited the sun 21 times, and let me tell you: it’s been a wild ride.
I have spent 21 years in a squishy body. I’ve used it to play my friends the guitar, hug a grieving family member, and kiss my love on the forehead when he’s asleep. I don’t know how many years you’ve spent on this planet, but I hope you’ve packed some forehead kisses in there too. They’re incredible. If you’re struggling to make it to my next orbit anniversary, know that I’m proud of you for every day you’re here. Also, I expect you to bring the cake to the party.
If you’re reading this, congratulations. We’ve made it this far.