to my friends.
They support me, listen to my stories, share their lives, go for walks, care for my child, play with my dog, hug me when I'm down, split a bottle of wine, and just get me. In no particular order, I toast:
Mark, my old roomie, who has helped me raise Henry, organized my house and garden, and knows me like no one else;
Elicia, who drinks with me, makes me think and makes me laugh;
Angelina, who has helped raise my son, gives wonderful massages and keeps me smelling good;
Sondra, who is always there to listen and offer constructive ideas;
Mary, who has the bracing wit and clarity of a gin and tonic;
Annie, my cheerleader and companion at work;
Karen, my neighbor in so many ways;
and Jeremy, who has taken Henry into his life and family.
I could not survive a day without you all.