happy birthday, lance mcclain. you are so, so incredibly loved. we like reminding you, because you were cruelly told that the only reason you were there was that somebody better flunked out. we know that hurt you. a lot of us recognized that feeling as we were watching the show. it’s why you mattered to so many of us so fast. but that wasn’t the truth. a seat opened up, and out of everyone, they moved YOU into it. everything after that was yours. you are good, and not just “good for comic relief”. you’re the loudest kid on the team and the calmest when it matters most. people called you the least perceptive right up until you proved, again, that you always knew when someone needed you. you learned that somewhere. on earth, there was a big, warm cuban home -- YOUR home -- full of people who loved you. even in the middle of a war, you talked about your mama’s cooking and the beach you grew up next to. going from the beautiful sounds of a large family to space’s silence must have b...