I underestimated you.
But, like you did after that nasty thing with Bunkie Dupuy, you bucked up and faced the man. You may have stumbled and fumbled your way there, but you got there. We’ve been lots of places together, and I think it’s safe to say that I love you. I love your clumsiness, I love your conviction, I love that you’re quick to love. I love your hair when it’s good, and your hair when it’s REALLY not good. I love that you are just… well… you.
Some of the things we’ve seen together:
–packs of coyotes howling from less than 500 feet away
–spiders taking up residence in your curler drawer
–holding for an audience’s medical emergency on opening night, right in the middle of doing M’Lynn’s hair
–a sagging pregnancy leotard (don’t ask)
Don’t let anyone reduce you to a stereotype. Keep changing, and keep taking risks. Keep letting love win, and keep giving of yourself. No one puts baby in the corner. Thanks for letting me hang out with you for a couple months. I’mma miss you.
We close on Sunday, and my gratitude knows know bounds.