I gotta give a shoutout to my Charlie. Last Saturday, he drove me to Detroit and carried all my belongings to the door of the yoga studio. This past Thursday, he brought over my favorite lentil soup, sat down to watch Clueless with me for millionth time, grabbed an extra blanket when I was too lazy to get off the sofa. Last night, he went and bought socks for me, picked me up, dropped me at my door. Thank you for always being the kindest, Charlie. Thank you for treating me like a very special and important job. Thank you for always holding my hand and letting me cling to you like a little girl when I feel too anxious to handle a situation standing alone. Thank you for dancing with me when even though you don't like the music. You're the best. I hope every young woman finds an old-fashioned sweetness like you.