You turned 65 today, which means we've now had 65 years to watch you be extraordinary — and we still haven't gotten used to it.

You showed us what it looks like when a person just... shows up. For every school play, every long drive, every adventure that started with "trust me, this will be fun" and ended — without exception — in something we still talk about years later.

You walked the Camino. You drove to Alaska. You flew to China, ate hotpot with chopsticks on day one, charmed an entire room in Chaozhou, and made friends across two cities by Tuesday. You don't adapt to the world. The world adapts to you.

You fix everyone's router. You do their taxes. You listen. You show up. You never complain — and in 65 years of living, you've gotten angry exactly once. Once. We've all checked. Nobody can beat that.

And then there's the beer. The 47+ batches, each one definitively the best yet. The hot tub with the pizza shelf. The PS5 that you absolutely earned. The fishing trips with Kelly where absolutely nothing gets caught and everything gets discussed.

You built a life that looks like the full version — the version where you say yes to things, where you stay curious, where you love your family loudly and your dog loudly and your homebrew loudly. We are so lucky to be yours.

There's a reason the whole family made this for you. It's the same reason Hazel sits on your lap every single evening. You make everywhere feel like home.

Happy 65th, Dad. Here's to the next adventure — wherever you say it'll be fun, we'll follow.