The candles glow, the room is bright, the people that you love are near. I hope you feel, from noon to night, how glad we are you're with us here.

Another lap around the sun, another year of being you. I hope the best has just begun and every wish you make comes true.

Some people make the whole world kind by simply walking through the door. You're one of those, and so I find I'm grateful for you more and more.

A year of laughter, love and light, of Sunday mornings, slow and sweet, of friends who call you late at night, and days that feel somehow complete.

Today's the day the world got you, the day it got a little bright. So make a wish, and make it true, and eat the cake. It's only right.

I couldn't wrap the things I'd give: some peace, some rest, a lighter load. So here's my wish for how you live: with open sky and open road.

The years go fast, the days go slow, the coffee's hot, the cake is sweet. Of all the people that I know, you're one I'm always glad to meet.

New year, new page, a story yet unwritten, the pen is yours, the ink is fresh and bright. Be bold, be kind, be curious, be smitten with every ordinary day and night.

May every road you choose this year lead somewhere worth the climb, and may the ones you hold most dear be with you all the time.

Here's to the year that's just begun, to chances taken, battles won, to lessons learned and fears let go, and all the ways you'll grow and grow.

Through every move and every phase, through jobs and haircuts, highs and lows, you've been the constant in my days, the friend who stays when trouble grows. Happy birthday.

We met by chance, we stayed by choice, we laughed until we lost our voice. So here's to you on your big day, my friend in every single way.

You're the friend who picks up on the very first ring, who remembers the small stuff, the name of my cat. So today I'll do you the very same thing: happy birthday from me. Let's go out, and that's that.

A friend like you is hard to find, the loyal, honest, funny kind. I hope your birthday's just as great as all the plans we make and break.

You know my secrets, know my past, you've seen my worst and stayed. Of all the friendships built to last, ours is the best one made.

From sleepovers to grown-up bills, from borrowed clothes to borrowed thrills, you've been my person through it all. Happy birthday. Love you. Call.

Roses are red, the frosting is too, happy birthday, my friend, to the one and only you.

You held my hand to cross the street, you packed my lunch and tied my shoes. Now every time our two hands meet, I know whose love I'll never lose. Happy birthday, Mom.

For every bedtime story read, for every fever, every fear, for every word of comfort said, thank you, Mom. Happy birthday, dear.

Mom, you're the voice inside my head that tells me, "Bring a coat." You're always right. There, now it's said, in writing, in this birthday note.

You taught me how to throw a ball, to fix a tire and stand up tall. You never made a fuss or show, but, Dad, I love you. Now you know.

My dad's the kind who doesn't say a lot about the way he feels, but shows it every single day in rides and fixes, jokes and meals.

Happy birthday, Dad, my first true guide, who cheered from every stand. I'm still the kid who beams with pride to hold my father's hand.

Whatever good is found in me was planted by your hands. I hope today you both can see how tall your garden stands.

You're the first thing that I think of when the morning light comes through. Of all the things I've ever loved, the best one, love, is you.

I'd write a hundred lines for you and still not say enough, so here's the short and simple truth: you are my favorite love.

You make the coffee, warm the car, you hold my hand in every crowd. I'm telling you just who you are: the one I love, and love out loud.

Of all the roads I could have known, I'm glad that mine led straight to you. Happy birthday to my home, my calm, my laugh, my love so true.

Another year of you and me, of inside jokes and Sunday tea, of every plain and quiet day that you have turned to holiday.

If I could give you anything it wouldn't come in wrap and string. I'd give you back the way you make me feel each morning when I wake.

Your first birthday since we met, and I don't know your favorites yet, but here's a promise, plain and true: I'll spend the next years learning you.

Hip hip hooray, it's your big day! It's time to eat and time to play. The cake is tall, the candles bright, we love you, kiddo, day and night!

One more candle, one year more, you're taller than you were before. You're smart and kind and brave and fun. Happy birthday, little one!

Balloons are up and gifts are wrapped, the birthday song is sung and clapped. Now make a wish and blow real hard. We love you more than fits this card.

A dinosaur, a rocket ship, a pirate on a treasure trip, whatever you decide to be, you'll always be the world to me.

I counted fingers, counted toes the day that you were new. Now look how tall my baby grows, and still my heart's with you.

I know you're too cool for a rhyme, but humor me this one last time: I'm proud of you, the way you've grown. Now happy birthday. Check your phone.

Grandkids are a special treat, like frosting on a cake. And you're the very best of sweet, so happy birthday, for goodness' sake!

Another year, another cake, another candle, for your sake. The fire department's on standby, just a precaution. Don't ask why.

They say that age is just a number, and yours is looking great. So let's go celebrate till slumber, which now begins at eight.

I bought a card, I signed my name, I wrote a little rhyme. The gift is me. It's not the same, but I showed up on time.

Your birthday comes but once a year, which is a fact I find unfair. If it came twice, then twice I'd cheer, and twice I'd eat your cake right there.

Roses are red, my budget is small, so this little poem is my gift, that is all.

Today you're older, wiser too, or so the cards all say. I've known you long, and that's not true, but happy birthday anyway!

I'd sing to you, but I'm off-key, I'd bake, but it would burn. So here's a poem, fresh and free. No gift receipt, no return.

There's cake in the break room, a card going round, the team signed it quickly, without any sound. So happy birthday, from cubicle row. Let's skip the next meeting. Nobody will know.

A little wish, a little rhyme: I hope you have a lovely time.

Candles bright and cake so sweet, happy birthday, have a treat!

May this year be good to you, and every wish you make come true.

Today's your day to shine and play. Happy, happy birthday!

Sunshine, laughter, friends and cake, all of it just for your sake.

Here's a hug inside a rhyme, happy birthday, one more time.

Wish big and laugh loud, feel loved and be proud.

A brand new year, a brand new start, happy birthday, from my heart.

Make a wish and blow, then let the good times flow!

Cake and candles, love and cheer: have your best and brightest year.

Thirty years of growing wise, of sunsets, friends and sweet surprise. The best is coming, wait and see. Happy thirtieth from me.

Fifty years of stories told, of winters warm and summers gold. You've lived them well, you've lived them true. The next fifty belong to you.

At forty you know what you love and what you can let go. Here's to the years you're dreaming of and all you've yet to know.

Sixty candles light the room, your garden's still in bloom. We love you more each passing year. Happy sixtieth, my dear.

Eighty years of open doors, of kitchen tables, creaky floors, of every holiday you've hosted. Today, to you, our hearts are toasted.

Eighteen now, the road is wide, the world is yours to see. Just don't forget, when you're outside, to call home now and then. Love, me.

For all the years the Lord has lent, for every prayer and every meal, we thank Him for the life you've spent and all the love you make us feel.