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Opening Night: Gratitude

"There is nothing better than the encouragement of a good friend." -- Jean Jacques Rousseau


I just wanted to take an indulgent moment to say thank you, a thousand times over, to Chris, Sondra, Madelaine, and Gail. You took the time out of your busy midweek schedules, braved temps in the double digits below zero, to get in your cars and drive frozen roads miles and miles and miles from home to attend Tim's gallery show opening last night. Your support means more than you know, and you made an exciting night pretty much perfect by your thoughtful presence.

And to Tim...

Take love, multiply it by infinity and take it to the depths of forever...and you still have only a glimpse of how I feel for you. -- From Meet Joe Black


To read the Des Moines Register article about the show, click here.

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Anonymous said…
Oh, Amy.
Such beautiful words to express such b e a u t i f u l feelings.

Your sister, Anne
8:30 AM
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