Goodnight, Not Goodbye

Yesterday I mentioned that I felt numb about the whole "show ending" thing, and I said that the finality of it all hadn't fully sunk in yet. Today it did, hard. So instead of wallowing in my sorrows, I am going to emphasize the happiness that Theater Magic makes me feel by writing cheesy paragraphs about my Sister Wives.

My lovely Rachael,
I am no longer petrified of you. As a matter of fact, I love you so dearly. I'm glad that we can relate to each other's grade school experiences and laugh about them, and I'm even more glad that we both wound up making Theater Magic in the same place. You are so talented and so kind, and I'm very thankful to know you. It makes me happy to know that our little cult means so very much to you. I promise to call you every opening night and to get you in on the Chi Chi-sharing action. I love you, Rae. Thanks for everything.

Dearest Catie,
I find it hilarious that neither of us really remembers when we first became friends. I think it just sort of happened- all of the sudden I started seeing you nearly every minute of the day. We're good for each other; I wouldn't want to be uncomfortable and creepy and occasionally hostile with anybody else in this world. Thank you for tolerating me when I really should not have been tolerated, for comforting me when things got rough, and for laughing at Lauren entirely too much with me. It's been an incredible year. I'll miss you next fall, but I know you'll always be back. I love you like Peeta loves bread.

John, honey,
It's positively excellent that you find me to be an acceptable human being. For awhile I was really concerned that you didn't, so it was really great to learn that I was wrong. My dear, you bring so much light to my world. Thank you for your wisdom during the days I felt blue, for waltzing backstage in the dark with me, for frolicking in the rain and dancing to Gaga. We are quite the pair. You are the Giles to my Buffy, the Cinna to my Katniss. I can't think of much else that you haven't already heard me say and maybe I'm repeating myself here, but I mean every word. You're such a gift. Remember that. I love you, baby. Like a little prayer.

You are all the best and loveliest people I know. Thank you for sharing this experience with me.
Blessed are those who make that magic.