My knitting teacher just called me, right out of the blue (well, not really, she had a two hour phone conversation with my parents last week).
I just had a two hour phone conversation with her myself (and why am I typing in a Scottish accent? Oh, yeah. Stargate. Dr. Beckett.)
Wilma, I told you on the phone, but it bears repeating: I love you. You have no idea how you've enriched my life. I think of you every time I pick up my sticks and string. You set me on the road to becoming the woman I am. I like the woman I am. Thank you.