thank you

I don't know what the hell I've done in my life to deserve such good, kind, honest, funny, silly friends.

You guys are the best: The calls, the daily texts, the actual real hand-written letters, the late-night meals, the cat photos, the lack of judginess (yes, I'm making that a word) when I randomly just start crying, the many heart-to-heart talks, the offers to go to Capitol Hill and punch Salad Bar in the face and/or balls, the crazy swim workouts, the running in the rain in ridiculous green outfits, the whiskey, the last-minute flights to Seattle (seriously).

What I've learned in the last two weeks: Gratitude is more powerful than grief.