Today
is
your
day,
and
somehow,
even
after
all
the
noise,
all
the
distance,
all
the
moments
when
we
didn't
quite
understand
each
other,
I
still
find
myself
wanting
to
celebrate
you.
Because
you
are
not
just
somebody
I
know.
You
are
a
part
of
my
story,
a
part
of
my
memories,
a
part
of
the
person
I
became
without
even
realizing
it.
We've
laughed.
We've
argued.
We've
disappeared
from
each
other.
We've
found
our
way
back.
Sometimes
you
carry
your
storms
quietly,
sometimes
I
wish
you'd
let
me
stand
in
the
rain
with
you.
And
maybe
that's
one
thing
I've
had
to
learn—
that
loving
someone
doesn't
always
mean
they
will
love
the
way
you
love,
or
hurt
the
way
you
hurt,
or
need
the
things
you
need.
But
none
of
that
takes
away
what
you
mean
to
me.
Abefe
mi
Omo
Sisi
Mi,
today
I
pray
life
is
gentle
with
you.
May
you
find
happiness
that
doesn't
have
to
be
chased.
May
you
find
peace
that
doesn't
disappear
when
life
gets
hard.
May
you
find
people
you
never
have
to
pretend
around.
May
your
heart
be
full,
your
pockets
be
blessed,
your
dreams
have
room
to
breathe,
and
may
the
things
you
secretly
wish
for
find
their
way
to
you.
I
pray
you
laugh
more.
I
pray
you
rest
more.
I
pray
you
stop
carrying
everything
alone.
I
pray
that
life
surprises
you
in
the
most
beautiful
ways.
And
wherever
this
life
takes
us,
whatever
we
become
to
each
other,
I
hope
you
always
know
this:
You
have
been
loved
here.
Not
perfectly.
Not
without
mistakes.
Not
without
misunderstandings.
But
genuinely.
You
have
been
loved
in
the
laughter,
in
the
arguments,
in
the
random
calls,
in
the
silence,
in
the
memories,
in
all
the
little
moments
that
probably
meant
more
to
me
than
I
ever
knew
how
to
explain.
So
today,
I
won't
ask
anything
from
you.
I
won't
ask
you
to
be
anything.
I
just
want
you
to
live.
To
grow.
To
heal.
To
laugh.
To
love.
To
become
everything
you
are
meant
to
become.
And
if
life
gives
us
another
hundred
chapters,
I
hope
some
of
them
still
have
you
in
them.
Happy
birthday,
Mide
mi.
Omo
Williams,
may
this
new
year
of
your
life
be
softer
than
the
last,
brighter
than
you
imagined,
and
filled
with
reasons
to
smile
for
no
particular
reason
at
all.
Happy
birthday,
my
person.
May
you
always
find
your
way
home
to
yourself.