Here's to all the men the women who spend at least part of their days in a state of creation.
Here's to the artists, who refuse to work the well-worn groove.
Here's to love, in its many guises, forms and constructs.
Here's to brushing the gravel out of your knees and getting back on the bike.
Here's to those who raise children to think for themselves, instead of blindly agree to a paradigm, even if it's a dearly held one.
Here's to people who refuse to give up.