I'm not great at these things. So bear with me.

Two to three years ago, you became the person I didn't know I needed at work. Not because you were assigned to sit near me, or because we were on the same team — but because you just showed up. Consistently. Without being asked.

You're the one who knew when things were heavy before I said anything. The one who had a coffee ready before I even processed that I needed one. The one who could turn the worst kind of meeting into something we'd laugh about for a week.

You give advice like you've already lived three extra lives. You stay calm when everything is falling apart. And then you roast me about it later — which, honestly, I appreciate more than the calm part.

You dragged me into chaos more times than I can count. I never minded.

من لين وين لين وين — that's us.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.

I don't say this enough — actually, I probably never say it — but having you around makes everything easier. Not because you solve things. Because you make it feel like things are solvable.

Happy Birthday, Sara.

You deserve a day as brilliant, unbothered, and quietly iconic as you are.