Cait knows what to say and when to say it. She makes me happy.

pure cane sugar, i say.

Cait is my blood-sister and I consider her family. She's walked with me through some of the most difficult times I've dealt with in years. She's had a smile for me when I could not muster one. She's listened patiently to my rants, dreams and circular discoveries. Though we are separated by many miles, I never cease to feel her hand in mine. We are two children wandering along a nameless stretch of cosmic shoreline. In those moments when I feel lost and uncertain, she gently pulls my head close to her chest that I might hear the sound of the ocean coming from her loving heart.

((( Namastar, my precious Cait. I honor the rockstar in you. )))

happy happy, happy caitie
caitie queen, catie pie, queenie pie
pie, oh pie, oh pie, oh!