Here's to Emilio. Broke my heart years ago. and in the space he left behind, I picked up strings and wrote down lines. Here's to mly guitar. Like therapy for my heart. Drive through the night to scrape and sing, stage to stage, with faces in between.

Well raise our glasses to puzzle pieces and the way they fit together. That we never saw til now. Here's to questions that meet their answers. in the bright light of hindsight, it will all come clear somehow.

Here's to my newfound friends. From out where the highway bends. They built a home in Tennessee. and left a little room for me. Here's to my patchwork world. Piece by piece, became the girl. Who lives just three miles from you, The love I could fall into.

And all today's uncertainties and all of my impatience. Will just be flecks of color in the picture that He's painting.