Nurimtias

So, here we are—you’re 22 now. Twenty-two. I won’t say you’re getting old, but you’ve officially been an adult long enough to know that life doesn’t come with clear instructions. You’ve gone through so much already—living far from home, learning how to stand on your own, carrying responsibilities most people don’t always notice. And still, you keep going. You keep trying, caring, and showing up, even when you’re tired. Being away from home has shaped you into someone strong, thoughtful, and reliable, and even on the hardest days, you handle life with more grace than you give yourself credit for. Today isn’t just about another year—it’s about how far you’ve grown.

Honestly, you’re more than just a friend to me—you feel like a sister in the way that really matters. You listen, and you care so genuinely to me, and that’s something incredibly rare. I’m so, so grateful to have you in my life—for your kindness, your presence, and the quiet comfort you bring just by being you. On your 22nd birthday, I hope you’re surrounded by warmth, love, and people who treat you with the same gentleness you give to others. I hope life is kind to you, and when it’s not, I hope you always remember how deeply loved you are. Happy birthday, old soul. Thank you for being you 🤍