Thank you for holding it together. Thank you for understanding that when you break down and cry, because really its inevitable, that its only for a moment. And that when you do stand up and wipe your tears that it’s something to be proud of. Thank you for understanding that the sadness you carry doesn’t mean that you are broken or useless or unimportant. Thank you for cherishing every bit of laughter, there’s a lot but you never take it for granted. Thank you for the strength that you have. Thank you for the ability to turn that sadness into beauty. Thank you for letting me be able to pick up a pencil or paint brush and turn a blank canvas into a description of who I am. And most importantly thank you for letting that be something I know I can grow to be proud of.