Thank you everyone... for everything you did for me yesterday. (Especially the dancing. God, the dancing.)

Thanks Amie for the card with the monkeys and JP The Gnome. And the cows.

Thanks Pelowski for getting off work early to come see me... and for making me cry in public. Twice. And holding me while I cried fifteen more times in public.

Thanks Koegel for hanging out with me and trying to keep my spirits up.

Thanks Jim for driving me around.

Thanks Carissa for the free breakfast sandwich.

Thanks Adam for being the first to almost make me cry.

Thanks Clay for being the first to actually make me cry.

Thanks Amanda for keeping me focused.

Thanks Chris for singing Bon Jovi with me. (I know you fucken loved it.)

Thanks Kristen for coming. I just love the hell out of you.

Thanks Matz, Rob, Buegs, Kelly, Christina, Mike, Tony, Fuller, Jason, and Chin for being there for me last night.


But the amount of crying you all saw me do last night was nothing compared to the waterworks that started when I returned home and opened my card from Samantha. It's the most beautiful thing anyone's ever said to me.


And then I woke up this morning to a message to "check outside my door," only to find some stolen Red Star glasses.


Can I just say I have the best friends ever?


Thank you all so very much for making my Duluth experience one-of-a-kind.


I have so much love in my heart for all of you.