To Jess, on turning 32
Jess,
Happy birthday. I am writing this on paper, which you will find alarming, so please sit down.
I have been thinking about the first week we met. You were eating a sandwich on the stairs at work and told me the building had a ghost. There was no ghost. You just wanted someone to sit with. I am so glad it was me.
This year you moved cities and got a dog who hates you, and you still answered my calls at midnight. You are the person I would trust with my keys and my secrets, in either order.
I hope this year is gentle. I hope there is cake. Please do not share it with the dog.
MAKE IT YOURS