SPECIAL NOTICE · BIRTHDAY ADDENDUM · YEAR XIX
Happy Birthday, Jigglypuff.
Nineteen looks good on you. Then again, everything does.
On Turning Nineteen
Nineteen is not a small thing. It is the age of knowing enough to be dangerous and not yet enough to be careful. It is loud and uncertain and full of becoming. You are doing it beautifully.
What I Know About You
You are softer than you let on and stronger than you think. You sing when you think no one is listening. You care about things deeply and quietly. You are, in the most literal sense, my favourite person to exist.
Jigglypuff, Specifically
Not the Pokemon. You. The one who is round with feeling, impossible to stay annoyed at, and has a habit of making everyone around her feel at home. That Jigglypuff. This entire document is about her.
What Nineteen Should Feel Like
Like possibility. Like being exactly where you are supposed to be. Like someone, somewhere, is unreasonably glad you were born. That last part — I have covered. Consider it done.
Here is to nineteen. Here is to you.
Here is to every year after this one that gets to have you in it.
WITH ALL OF IT
Rachit
Your person. Always. But especially today, Jigglypuff.
Birthday Addendum No. 1 · Year XIX · Filed with considerable feeling · Happy Birthday.