Your mom still swears I was an accomplice... and we laugh about it. I surely can’t convince her, but if anyone was the goody two shoes of our little crew... it was me 😜 20 years in and I’m still grateful that you show up for me. And how you do it. That you do it. Because we both know, all too well, what it feels like to have hella love in the world and sometimes peer out only thru our solitude. In a moment where my footing’s felt a little funny, you stepped up to let me know you got me. Thank you (and mami). And as hard as it is for me to give up my soft innards, you see ‘em and I don’t have to say much. You get me. Or you lemme be cranky, silent and fully wake up first. 😎 Unless you’re peppering me with 50-11 questions via text... 😒🙅🏽♀️ We bicker like siblings. You call me on my shit. You encourage me to open up to and say how I feeeeeel. Or generally give me the sobering context that’s missing when I’m being emo. Andddd we drink too much damn Redbull, and moscato 😹 I don’t know what it’ll look like when we fully flex on ‘em. But I look forward to kicking back on a beach, likely in DR (‘cuz you’re obsessed!) cocktail in hand looking back on these days like “DAMN SON!” I hope this next year brings you closer to all that you deserve. That you step into yo’ “level up” ::cues Ciara:: like a BOSS and that I can continue to celebrate your wins like “yasss BISSSHHH!” Love you Ness. Glad you were born. Happy Birthday again. #FlowersWhileYoureHere #ThankyouForBeingAFriend #MyHitta #RunMeMyRacks #WeUberingToBKOrNah ? #LobsterMacFiend #LoveYouButIAintGettnATattoo yet. #HadtaSqueezeThisInBeforeYourDayEnds #Boom !