Dear jellyfishfire and wobblycompetencies,Â
My late-night letter fest would not be complete if I didn't write to you, my two lovely ladies. There's not much to say that hasn't already been said already, but I think most of it's still important.Â
This has been a crazy time in our lives, with plenty of massive sweeping life changes, self discoveries, sad days, losses, victories, and glorious pasta dinners. We've all gotten older, wiser, and have steadfastly refused to grow up at all, which I think shows character. Through it all, you have been at my side, walked through the fires with me as my equals, and pulled me out the other side again. When I've been far from home, you've opened yours to me, and I can never begin to express the depth of my gratitude for all the wonderful things that you are.Â
My Privateers, my Musketeers, my first and truest friends, we've ridden a hell of a ride together and, god wiling, we still have many more miles of adventure ahead of us yet. It gives me strength to know that, whatever terrors the future over the precipice holds, we will face them together. And we'll bloody well win.Â