A close and beautiful friend sent me these gorgeous flowers as a thank you. I don't feel I did anything to deserve them, because I was doing what she would do and has done for me--just simply being there when you needed to be heard and needed to know someone understood and loved you regardless of what the problem was. Sometimes it feels like the whole world could go on without you and no one would notice until they needed something, like you were an automated sandwich maker, dog pooper scooper or toilet snake charmer. In the next moment, it can feel like you are expected to be everything to everyone else and you have no idea where your identity walked off to, but you hope it has stilletos on and a American Express Black card, having fun while you wipe butts and see the digestive system in reverse while working on your boss's project outline in the last remaining granny panties with the elastic shot on one leg that are clean-ish in the house. If you turned them inside out, that is.

My friend from a thousand miles away, thank you. You and I are friends because we have seen each other at our worst, but still see the good qualities shine through. Thank you, sweetie.