I feel like a marathon runner that just crossed the finish line. Sure, a lot of other runners already crossed the same finish. And I am out of breath, sweaty, barely alive; not exactly a warrior. But this is my personal victory. This is my SPARTA! (What? I'm so tired! I need a nap. WAAAAAH! Baby peed his pants!)
I wanted to leave you guys with one final image that summed up my entire time here in San Diego…
"You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn't speak
You were my eyes when I couldn't see
You saw the best there was in me
Lifted me up when I couldn't reach
You gave me faith 'cause you believed
I'm everything I am
Because you loved me."
- Me to Comic-Con






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