It’s not really in spite of, but because of, that we’re friends — this walking through beach and storm. 

I could feel it, looking at her water damaged basement. What a mess to have gone through. But how quickly we moved to what it was going to be next. The finish. The decoration. And this was nothing really, compared to what we’ve been through together. The real storms we have actually weathered. Side by side. Braced in winds of heart-ache, and ever bent in waves of laughter. 

I hope you can see it in the painting. I hope you live it in your real life. 

People often ask me what is my favorite card. I can’t say for certain, but I do know the one that I send, sometimes just in my head, many times a day. Because no matter the occasion, joyous, sentimental, difficult, exciting, wonderful, painful, hopeful, I want to be there, because we’re friends. 

Even when we’re countries apart, we feel the same things. We type our footsteps, and we walk together. 

And I am all the better, perhaps the best of myself, because we’re friends.