I am thankful for Laurie.
She listens when I cry.
She asks questions that make me think.
Sometimes she shares her opinion. Sometimes she doesn't.
Sometimes she is directly honest. Sometimes she is compassionately honest.
She loves me for me, but wants to stretch my comfort zone, too.
She can articulate my thoughts when I'm having trouble with the mess.
She buys me fun clothes.
She prays for me.