Dear Jack,
Well, it's your birthday again. It's been [redacted] years since you took your first breath in this world, gracing us with your presence. Having been there with you for nearly all of it, I can tell you that it's been a wild ride, and that barring unforeseen events, it is going to continue to be an epic journey worthy of novels or a Hollywood blockbuster.
Thanks for sticking around for another year. Without your charm, wit, and cunning intellect, this planet would be a duller place. I love your laugh, your handsome smile, your wild eyes. Being around you all the time is reason enough to keep breathing, just so I can see what you'll do next. May you continue to grow and broaden your horizons every day.
Sincerely, your best friend, your worst enemy, your biggest fan and your most vehement critic...
The Man in the Mirror
P.S. - sorry the watch I bought you hasn't shown up yet, it's still being regulated by weird little watch people in Boulder. Your Sinn will be here in time, don't worry.
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