Raman Manchana

From the moment you arrived on June 29, 2014, you changed everything. Twelve years later, you still teach us what pure joy looks like — that cheeky grin when you know you're being silly, the way you run toward the ocean without fear, the hugs that make the whole world feel safe.

Today you turn twelve — a whole dozen years of being the most wonderful son we could ever ask for. Not because of cake or presents, but because you exist — and that alone is the greatest miracle we know.

You are brave like the waves, bright like the sun, and loved beyond measure. No matter how tall you grow or how far you roam, you will always be our little star — the one we lift up at the beach, the one who makes us laugh until we cry.

Happy 12th birthday, my son. The world is better because you're in it — and year thirteen is going to be your best yet.