Happy birthday, Sarah—here’s to twenty-four in the sun,
A life of bright horizons, and adventures just begun.

Backseat smiles with Cody, both grinning ear to ear,
Joy rides and open highways—your laughter loud and clear.

Two small green-masked heroes, Michael by your side,
A childhood full of mischief, imagination as your guide.

Sixteen and dreaming big, your bucket list in hand,
Stargazing, murals, bonfires—conquering all the land.

Flour on your fingers, and hands in the dough,
Sweet days with cousin Anna, warm as oven glow.

Panda hats at the ballpark, cheering every swing,
Family nights at Giants games—the joy that summers bring.

Roses red, violets blue, your lovely rhyming art,
Birthday cards that always came straight from your heart.

A butcher shop adventure you didn’t quite adore,
Yet every odd detour just opened one more door.

In Paris with a traveler, ninety-two and wise,
You saw a life of journeys shining in her eyes.

From Ireland’s cliffs to Tokyo’s glowing light,
Catalina summers and Marin’s waves at night.

Arms wide on the Irish coast, wind upon your face,
The ocean’s roar beneath you—freedom in that place.

Tokyo towers rising, temple bells that chime,
A father-daughter journey, suspended out of time.

Catalina from the sky, a summer in the sun,
Guiding younger campers, your kindness just begun.

Surfboard in Bolinas, salt spray in your hair,
Chasing waves and wonder, adventure everywhere.

Golden light in Hawaii, three of us aglow,
Sunset on the ocean, memories soft and slow.

Dreams stretch out before you—new maps to unfold,
Cities, coasts, and fjords, in colors bright and bold.

Hong Kong’s shining skyline, lights across the bay,
Another world of flavors waiting for your day.

Biarritz and rolling surf beneath a castle sky,
Where every breaking wave calls your spirit high.

Norway’s quiet fjords, mountains in the mist,
Places still to wander, still upon your list.

Autumn roads in Alaska, gold against the snow,
Where wide and silent landscapes let your courage grow.

Azorean lakes and cliffs in emerald green,
A dream of island mornings, the bluest that you’ve seen.

Your favorite artists whisper color, light, and grace,
Beauty in the everyday, the world a painted place.

Monet’s windswept shoreline, brushstrokes soft and true,
Like coastal paths in Ireland that once welcomed you.

Thiebaud’s candy colors, bright as youthful cheer,
Sweetness in the small things you’ve loved year to year.

Degas’ dancers turning, quiet strength and art,
Grace in every movement, echoing your heart.

Van Gogh’s starry heavens, swirling deep and wide,
Like all the dreams and questions glowing deep inside.

Delacroix’s freedom, rising brave and strong,
The kind of fearless spirit you’ve carried all along.

The rollercoaster climbs, the dips, the twisting track,
Life’s wild ride of moments—no reason to look back.

Monster mask and laughter, claws up in the air,
Even when life’s scary, you bring delight and care.

Hands up on the coaster, your smile open wide,
Joy in every heartbeat of the thrilling ride.

Favorite people gathered, hearts that hold you near,
Your family and your friends, your circle shining clear.

So here’s to you, dear Sarah—smart, strong, and true,
The world feels brighter, kinder, just because of you.
Keep chasing every sunrise, every trail, every sea,
Your zest for life’s great journey, a precious gift to me.