Happy birthday, Danielle. I love you so much and am so grateful to have you in my family and my life.
If you ever wonder what a person means to you, counts the moments. Who the person you are excited to share happy news with? Who do need to vent to? Where do you go when you need love or affection? When did you get your favourite mug and who were you with? Who comforts you when you can’t function and gives you tough love when you need it?
More important than who that person is to you, but who are you to them? Do they share things with you? Do they laugh uncontrollably with you? Do small things remind you of them? Do they demonstrate their love in a million small and big ways every day?
Every year I write a post in honour of your birthday, and every year there are more and more of these moments that are meaningful or funny or kind or important, and I cannot help but be grateful for the more than a decade and a half of you that I have had the immense pleasure of knowing you.
You are wise, funny, brave, clever, beautiful, chic, pragmatic, sensible, cautious, adventurous and strong. You leave every place and person better than when you found them. Those of us who are lucky enough to love you count that blessing wholeheartedly.
I know you are rolling your eyes right about now, but I also know that you know I mean every word of it. You are amazing, and I love you so much. I love what an incredible friend, partner, aunt, daughter-in-law, niece, sister, cousin and every single other role that you manage with grace on a daily basis.
Happy birthday, Danielle ❤️