it's difficult to discuss having wonderful friends without sounding impossibly corny, over-the-top. i'd call them 'the best' and that would be trite; and the truth. i'd say i am fortunate to know them--incredibly so--and this too would be the truth. my friends are wise, and kind, and brave. their generosity inspires and sustains me. their honesty makes me less afraid of the truth. they make room for me to be most of who i am; and they are patient as i still unfold. that they are here, as imperfect as i am, is for me, the mark of unconditional love.