Here’s to a month of adventure. To timing my only three jokes just right. To nights filled with laughter. To creativity and color. To hugs from my mother. To Mexican food that makes me cry with happiness.
To friends that know when to tell the truth. To hot coffee in cold offices. To a father that believes in me. To new and better work. To music that is only listened to loudly. To dance parties. To concerts at intimate venues and immense stages.
To a life worth living and a summer worth loving.
Here’s to me.