Here's to another trip around the sun,

this one marked in red, for luck and courage.

This is your year, the year of the horse,

the spirit that runs wild and free in you.

To the one who runs toward dawn,

who feels the wind and calls it freedom.

May you have a gentle heart with a wild soul,

the one who never learned to stand still.

Here's to the crazy one,

the one and only Effy.

Happy birthday.

May this year of the horse carry you far,

may every bump in the road become open field,

every doubt be left behind in the dust.

Here's to you — running free, always.