Happy Birthday!

So listen. It's your birthday and your thirty years old! It's the big 3-0! Isn't that exciting?

Yeah, I know, people have been so building up to it that it seems like even if you threw a huge birthday bash with strippers and coke it would be disappointing. That's what happens when you're as awesome as you.

And hey, I wanted to take this occasion to say that all the years we've spent together (has it really been 19 years?) really means something to me. Even though you're older than I am, you've never tried to tell me what to do. You just said, "Figure out your passion, and I'm going to help you get there because we're pals."

That's not something you get from everyone, and it's duly noted in your file of awesomeness.

I know we've had a few rough patches here and there, but they haven't been so bad or for too long, I like to think. And since we've known each other since I was in the third grade and never had a falling out, I think it's a pretty good run.

But enough about me! Look at you!

You're 30, you're smart, you're sexy, and in unbelievably good shape! You're even hotter than you were when you were 20!

Trust me on this. I talk to a lot of guys and they think this is totally true.

Hot!

Anyway, I see you practically everyday, and I don't take the time to say this, so I'd like to take advantage of this occasion to say you mean tons to me and my life would be amazingly different without you in it — amazingly worse.

You never got in my way, you always supported the things I did, and really, without you, life would be a lot more boring and frustrating.

So thank you and happy birthday!

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p.s. Try not to drink too much tonight, OK? You know how you get!