I have to say it: I love coming home to my best friend. Every evening around six I leave the store and take the 101 north until I reach Moffett Blvd. where I exit. A quick left and then a right and I’m home. I open the door to be greeted by a bouncy little creäture called Petunia and the man who makes my world sane and safe. A man who surprises me and who accepts me as the imperfect woman I am but who thinks those imperfections are pretty wonderful. I am in a win-win situation here and I love it.