Most people celebrate their birthdays with candles, laughter, and arms wrapped around them…
But mine are often spent at 30,000 feet, guiding a metal bird through endless blue. ✈️🌤️💙

I’m the pilot who announces other people’s birthdays over the intercom, who watches reunions through cockpit windows — tiny hands waving, tearful embraces, families becoming whole again. And then I close the door, return to my instruments, and whisper my own birthday wishes into the quiet hum of the sky. 🎂🌅✨

I have no husband waiting at home… no crayon-colored cards taped to the fridge. Some days, the silence settles gently; other days, it aches. I wonder if I chose the sky — or if the sky chose me. 🕊️💭

But with every safe landing, I’m reminded:
❤️ This is also love.
Love in the mother who runs into her child’s arms.
Love in the passengers who breathe relief as wheels touch earth.
Love in the soft “Thank you, captain,” offered by strangers whose journeys I helped make safe.

Today is my birthday.
If your eyes are on these words, send a blessing — even a quiet one, held only in your heart. 💛🙏
Up here between clouds and sunlight, your kindness feels close enough to touch. ✨☁️💙