There are things I have thought all along, but now that it's brain weasel day I can finally stomp them into this past post.

I wish you commented more, but I'm fine that you don't. I don't wish it because I'm a glutton or narcissist, but because each of your comments are so perfect, so intelligent and so sweet. Trust me, I'm truly not asking for anything, all is well. I just wanted you to know how I receive your friendship.

I like your work, I think you are exquisitely talented, but even more than that what I love about reading your posts (that don't have to do with squeeing lol) is the emotion you pour into them as regards your daughter. I like Myr, she seems a wonderful person in progress, but she's not at all the reason. Your love is infectious, your heart is healing, your admiration and praise are so filled with tenderness and compassion one can't help but feel and acknowledge their own emotions for others.

Ok, sappy; but that's my story and I'm stickin to it. I'm blessed by you lass.

The end.