Dear Guiedos, I talked to you both this morning. After all these years, we've stuck together. There's no way to tell you, and it seems silly to even try. Other than, you are my blessings. My sisters that I was not born with. I love experiencing this lifetime with you, and I'm pretty sure we've been here together before. It's the only plausible explanation I have, for something that otherwise would make no sense. I've only known you for 30- ish years? I don't believe it. Not for a second. I'm supposed to be a writer, but no words can explain that. I'm a lucky girl, and I did absolutely nothing to deserve it. I would say thank you. If only that was enough.