To Mikey, you know that whole poem “Footprints” about God and stuff ? Mine to you would be similar, except it would be chairs. So thank you for sitting beside me in doctors’ offices (even when I didn’t tell you about the appointment), in cars when I couldn’t drive myself, in movie theaters through good times and bad, on the couch even when there’s not much to say, and in the very worst times, when I couldn’t go anywhere without looking up, thank you for carrying a special chair for me to sit in.
And finally, to Kev and Alisa, thank you for the audiobooks and the regular books, for introducing me to the Royals and UnReal, and for always showing up and always being there despite being totally blissful newlyweds. Alisa, you totally went above and beyond the call of brand-new sisterhood (sorry about the hospital-gown incident) and I am so grateful and happy that you’re family now. Kev, thank you for ordering stuff from Amazon when you feel worried about me, for rubbing my back when I’m fighting off tears, and for being there whenever I need you. I love you both.
Though, really, I love you all.
You are my fight song.