And thus my 2018-2019 theater season comes to a close. Love’s Labour’s Lost was one of those unicorn shows: everyone, and I mean everyone, got along. We weren’t just coworkers or friends, we became family. I don’t use the word blessed often, but this experience deserves that description. Blessed and magical: no rain outs, and despite the sometimes bone exhaustion I felt, once I got to Hill I prayed that the clouds would pass on by, because I just wanted to spend a few hours with all those glorious people. I made sisters for life and know that while a full reunion might be a little time in coming, it’s going to happen. I love these women so much. The men too. Thank you everyone that came out to see the show, and everyone that worked on it. My heart has rarely been so full. It’s been one of the most memorable summers of my life and I’m so eternally grateful for the opportunity. Allons! Allons! Until we meet again dearest Jacquenetta, I didn’t realize you were the missing part of me.