Dear Trenton,

I am writing to commemorate how you made my birthday at Walt Disney world a very happy one. The birthday pin on my shirt made me the joyful target of countless birthday wishes during my time at the Disney Parks, but yours, even in its striking simplicity, means the most to me. You didn't make a scene, you didn't give me a free cake, but you gave me a beautiful memory nonetheless.

Thank you for walking up to me with a smile on your face. Thank you for asking me if I wanted you to sing "Happy Birthday" to me; your sensitivity to my potential embarrassment was charmingly refreshing in a world delightfully committed to sensationalizing everything.

Thank you for singing, even though you were clearly nervous and blushing. Thank you for singing, even when your coworkers didn't want to harmonize with you. Your effort to make me feel special on my birthday means more to me than you could have known.

Also, thank you for letting me sing with you when another woman approached us, her birthday pin glittering. You didn't know this, but my dream is to work at Walt Disney World, like you. I am drawn to Disney World by my love for storytelling, my fascination with extraordinary feats of magic; but you showed me something more, something distinctly human.

You showed me that a genuine smile and a familiar song can make the day brighter. Singing with you made me feel like I really do belong at Disney World, helping others to see the same magic you showed me.

I will always remember my birthday at Hollywood Studios, where a cast member said, "Thank you, Ashley, for singing with me." Thank you, Trenton. And you're welcome.

See You Real Soon,

A Happy Birthday Girl

P.S., Thank you for complimenting my Princess Leia buns.