Fifty-two
Happy birthday,
Shay
Fifty-two years old today, and still the most interesting person in any room you walk into. It isn't close.
There's no agenda on this page. It's only here to say it out loud, in a place you can come back to whenever you like: I'm glad you were born, and I'm very glad it was you.
You have always seen the picture long before the rest of us finished counting the squares.
You never bother moving the water. You just work out, quietly, what to put underneath it.
You know that the colour everyone stops to look at is never the first one down. It got there in layers.
Fifty-two years of exactly that.
I love you. Happy birthday.
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