Today, you turn an unbelievable 60, my dearest, sweetest, and kindest Charlotte. Since I’ve already walked/stumbled/stepped across the finish line of the sixth decade myself, I know that number can feel pretty unreal, not to mention overwhelming. You know what? I’ve had the incredible luck and joy of sharing about half of all those years with you, filled with inspiring journeys, adventures, and the many growth-filled challenges of being small business owners.

For many years now, we’ve had a tradition of celebrating our birthdays by getting away and honoring each other with a proper trip somewhere in the world.
When you turned forty, we were in Shanghai. At forty-five, Tokyo. Fifty was celebrated along the beautiful coastline of the Portuguese village Santa Cruz, north of Lisbon.

Joining us now to celebrate your sixtieth birthday here on the Côte d’Azur is the most wonderful thing we have together — our precious Elle, who brightens our lives more than anything else.

Back to you.

It’s no wonder no one believes you’re turning 60 today. Not in looks, nor in any other way. You’re just as joyful, energetic, positive, and inspiring as you’ve always been. And then there’s your way — that unique, warm, thoughtful way — that makes people around you feel seen, heard, and important. That’s truly a rare gift. You also have a way of creating a sense of home wherever we are. A hotel room, a plane, a rental car, or a rocky path along an unknown beach — everything feels like home when I’m with you.

I admire you every single day. Your strength. Your empathy. Your infectious laughter. Your patience, especially with me. And your amazing sense for the little details and life’s magical moments.

Happy birthday, Charlotte. I love you more than words can ever express. Now let’s celebrate you — the way only you deserve to be celebrated.