A few words, just for you.
They say life begins at 40. What they mean is: the noise finally stops, and you hear what was there all along.
Forty doesn't add volume. It adds weight. The good kind - like roots, not burdens. 🙂
My Aasai,
This page exists because so many people love you and want to say something to you. It also exists because I wanted you to have a place you could return to, long after the birthday candles are gone … and also flex my AI skills 🎉
Nineteen years ago, I met someone who would teach me that home isn't where you are, but it's where there's room for who you're messily becoming, for growing in directions neither of us planned, for fighting about small things because the big things are solid. Thirteen years married, one fiercely loved boy between us, and many countries, experiences, deep conversations, and debates that I can count. You've made home out of new cities with the same care you bring to everything - deliberate, deep, uncompromising. I fell for your voice, your kindness, that fiestiness which sometimes shows up even when it shouldn't ;-). You learned my language while I've shamefully neglected yours, and somehow our son became living proof of your influence - a mama's boy in the best possible way, carrying your capacity for love, affection, and yes, your flair for drama. These months have been hard, the kind that test what seventeen years are made of. You've been the pillar I didn't know I'd need but somehow always knew was there. I am grateful you make the journey worth taking.
I hope this next decade gives you everything you quietly give others - time, wonder, stillness, laughter, and the freedom to choose what truly matters.
Whenever you come back here - next week, next year, or ten years from now - know that this moment was made with love.
— Always,
Heaven (sometimes hell)