Not the t.v. show...

This is to the band of brothers and sisters I have the great privilege to call my friends. You never really recognize how important they are until you feel the most lonely. I don't quite understand that, but it seems to be true. At true moments of panic, when despair seems ready to swallow you up, the most amazing things can happen. Like a beam of light in the murky darkness, cutting through the dizzying haze of uncertainty, the voice of a friend finds your heart, and something to cling to as you wait for the clouds to pass. Then another voice, another friend, reminding you just how much you are loved. Just how much you are cherished. And with any luck, you'll find the strength to recognize those things in yourself....all because of your friends.