HAPPY BIRTHDAY DITI

Sometimes I just stare at you in disbelief, when you do your little dances, or when you sing your little songs, or when you have your little moments of attitude. because something like you doesn’t just happen.

Out of the millions of light years worth of stars in the sky, 24 years ago, you somehow landed near the same one as me.

Out of the millions of mounds of rocks floating through the universe, there seemed to be just one where we can live and breathe and you found yourself to it.

Out of the millions of miles spread all over this earth you somehow found your way to this city. Out of the millions of people here, for reasons unknown, you allowed me to be a fraction of those 24.

There are probably a million number of things that had to happen, had to go right, to form this little bundle of joy that you are today.

I am enamored by the thought of you. The little characters that you play. The love that you give. The jokes that you make. Your intense moments of grumpiness and the intense moments of joy.

At how you like something and decide to go home and try to cook it yourself. At how you get competitive about things. At how you record yourself sing. At how you sleep so passionately, with your little snores.

You can’t be real. I’ve said this before, but I could not write you if I tried. The world is a more beautiful place with you in it.

Remember at the race track when you bumped into by me and started giggling away like a lunatic - I have never seen happiness like that before you.

I could see through the blurry helmet your eyes crinkle with laughter - in that moment I felt like I could see mini diti in there, a little baby girl having the time of her life.

I cannot explain how grateful I am to get to experience that. I pray in your 24th year on this planet you continue to be the little Curious George Diti, all excited about things and happy and joyful.

I love that inner kid in you. It’s something I’m missing, and the world is missing - and you fill that hole.

I pray that nothing gets in the way of that happy little joyful diti, when you get upset it’s like that little girl getting upset - you feel your anger, your sadness so fully. I cannot put in words how it feels to see you upset - the dread like I’m out at the ocean in a tiny wooden ships caught in the middle of a hurricane and thunder.

In my head, every day should be your day but today is your official little holiday, just for you.

I know you’re sick, but I still hope you can feel proud of the life you’ve built and the person you are.

And when you are feeling down, I hope you know that you will be fine, you are the main character so you have plot armor.

I sent this to you on ig before, but when you blow out your candles, I need you to know you were a lot of my candle wishes growing up.

I’m so grateful that I get to experience you and be a part of your 24 years on this earth.

You are the love of my life.

Happy birthday Diti