Heres to waking up and dancing in your underwear,
to being prepared for class
and for morning kisses.
Heres to reading the Times on the Subway,
to embracing phases and changes
while still making time to hug your friends,
who have seen you dance in your underwear
in quite a different context.
For all the days I cry in the car and I don’t know why:
I love you a million times.
I am drowning my intense emotions with coffee.