Thank you for teaching me how to make taquitos.
Thank you for stealing the good kind of toilet paper from your moms house.
Thank you for comforting me when I told you there had been an outbreak in my family’s apartment building back home and I could not go to Chicago anymore.
Thank you for helping me quit eating cheese (my skin actually really thanks you).
Thank you for inviting me to paint with you.
Thank you for asking me if I wanted to talk when I burst into tears on our balcony mid-workout.
Thank you for enlightening me on teachings from your Science of Happiness courses, and encouraging me to take it too.
Thank you for taking all our hair out of our shower drain.
Thank you for sharing your grandma’s zucchini chocolate chip bread, everyone deserves your grandma’s chocolate chip bread right now.
Thank you for not commenting on or being phased when you hear me singing at all hours of the day in the shower, on the balcony, in my room, from the couch, and either under my breath or far too loudly in the car.
Thank you for being there for me when I told you Michael’s Aunt had passed away.
Thank you for being there when we found out his grandma passed away four days later.
Thank you for listening to me.
Thank you for researching recipes for us to try on our fun Friday nights in.
Thank you for bringing me home with you so that I can feel a little sense of warmth, community and belonging during this time.
Thank you for going to the store to get the almond flour for our healthy banana bread when I still didn’t feel comfortable going to the market.
Thank you for sharing everything with me, without a question.
Thank you for being patient with me, especially when I talk too loudly during meetings.
Thank you for calling me out when I do wind up screaming.
Thank you for letting me act like my creative meetings are the end of the world, and listening when I describe that my creative ideas are my babies and I want to protect them.
Thank you for bringing me an iced oat milk latte on random Wednesday mornings.
Thank you for laughing with me until we both cried and almost peed our pants.
Thank you for going on the roof with me and watching the sunset at least 70% of the time when I ask.
Thank you for always asking if I’d like to practice my presentation or meeting on you.
Thank you for bringing Takis into my life.
Thank you for inspiring me to drink less during this, it would be really easy to wine it up every night.
Thank you for letting me drive on the days I know you’d really like to drive.
Thank you for describing your dreams in depth to me and listening to my analysis of what I think it means for your waking life.
Thank you for making dinner with me almost every night during the week.
Thank you for asking me if I’m okay.
Thank you for getting through this with me, and hanging along for all of the pockets of positivity and wildness along the way.
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