I learned something last weekend.

On Saturday, my brother and sister in law came over, and hung up some more pictures for us.

They had found some pictures of my mom at her wedding to my dad, and some ones of my dad with us as kids, as well as many more.

One of the pictures they found was of my graduation, which prompted a conversation about my grad dance. I had gone without a date, but thanks to two friends, I walked out of the dance with a pretty girl on each arm.

Which got me thinking, that despite the fact I had a LOT of problems at the time - untreated bipolar, untreated PTSD, a massive social skill deficit and a horrible secret about my view of my gender - I still had people who where glad to spend time with me.

And that is true even now.

Sometimes, I dont know what they see in me, but they are my friends, regardless.

I am truly blessed.