Sway (25 page)

F
irst of all, I thank God for His mercy and for the numerous times He has rescued me from storms. Every name mentioned here represents some sparkly goodness He's seen fit to swirl into my life.

Thank you to Bryan and Lainey, my joy, my inspiration, and my partners in marching forth. To Verv, who taught me there's nothing you can't can. To Foof, for music, and for showing me how to run against the wind. To Julia, Fred, and Jamie for fortitude and Teaduncles. And to Aunt Becky, Tobes, Aunt Jo, and Dee Dee, for your unfailing sweetness to both little Amber and big Amber throughout the years.

Thank you to Abby Ranger, whose editing guidance hasn't a lick of wrength. And to Joanna Stampfel-Volpe, awes agent, for her unwavering belief in this story.

Thank you to Cary Holladay, Summer Dawn Laurie, Liz Schonhorst, Caroline Abbey, and Amy Tipton for opening doors. To Hassen, Gibby, and Edmond, for my first ever review. And, of course, to Mr. Lightfoot for the melancholy.

Day by day, I find myself sloshing over with gratitude for fellow Christians, family, and friends who carried me through my fight with cancer, enabling me to feel the zingle of a lifelong dream come true.

You people are what Sway is all about. You are the glitters that have stuck.