Dear Stacey, Elise, Jennifer S., Karlene, Becky N., Kathryn, Mery, Caroline, Gretchen, Rebecca, Becky A., Terra, Rose, and Jennifer K.,
I want you to know that yesterday now goes down in history as one of all time favorite days. And it had nothing to do with the stage or the hair or the make-up (okay, that part was kind of fun), but instead, had everything to do with you. All of you.
Your stories and your honesty and your laughter have touched my heart and I will forever hold dear the experience that together we made ours.
The thing is, I have a confession - I don't try out for stuff. I don't try out because, well, I don't get picked. At least that's what childhood taught me. But this taught me differently, and I am so, so thankful for that.
You also reminded me that we are always more alike than we are different and that sisterhood is never determined by blood. Oh, and that we should flash each other whenever possible.
Listen To Your Mother is on my list. My list of all things holy and magical and breath-taking. I thank all of you for taking my breath away last night, and I hope to see you all very, very soon.