I don't think you fully know what it's like to be around you.

The way you walk into a room and it just — shifts. Like the light adjusts. Like everyone unconsciously stands a little straighter or laughs a little louder because you're there.

You are one of those rare people who makes ordinary things feel like something worth remembering. A Tuesday coffee. A bad day turned around. A conversation that started about nothing and ended three hours later.

Thirty years of you is not nearly enough for the world. But it's something. It's a lot, actually.

You deserve every single thing today brings — every candle, every wish, every person who shows up for you. Because you've always shown up for everyone else.

Happy birthday, Divya. Thirty looks exactly right on you.