A celebration for
Happy Birthday,
Emily
To the woman who turns ordinary days into ones worth remembering.
the third of May, two thousand twenty-six
Two more moments
A wish for you
Emily — happy birthday. You're my favorite person, the best argument I've ever lost, and proof that the universe occasionally shows up with the receipts. I'd write something more dignified, but you'd see right through it. So: I love you. Thanks for being the one who makes the ordinary days the ones worth keeping.
Love, Mike
Why we love Emily
- She remembers how you take your coffee. She also remembers what you said in passing eight months ago.
- She laughs with her whole self, and it makes everyone else braver.
- She tells the truth gently — which is harder than it sounds, and rarer than it should be.
- She makes “come over, I made too much soup” sound like the most generous sentence in English.
- She celebrates other people's wins like she had money on you the whole time.
- She leaves every room warmer than she found it. Not with noise. With care.
A song for you
The button still plays the birthday tune in your browser—the words below are yours to read (or sing) out loud.
Too Much Soup
You remember how I take my coffee.
You remember the jokes I forgot.
You ask the questions nobody asks
and you mean it like a shot.
You laugh and the whole room leans in.
You tell the truth, but you tell it kind.
You listen like the answer matters —
which, frankly, blows my mind.
“Come over, I made too much soup” —
best sentence in the English tongue.
You say it like it's nothing,
like the porch light's never done.
Come over, I made too much soup.
Come on, come home.
— For Emily, May 2026
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She'll see every word.