Friday, October 24, 2014

A Tribute to Superwoman

Can you describe her? What do you think you know? Can you explain her to me? Give it a try, if only for me to tell you that you're wrong. Let me tell you what you don't know.

Did you know her favorite animal is a tortoise? That she has an affinity for cantaloupe and strange exercise videos?

I bet you didn't know that, until recently, she thought Adam Levine had a rat tattooed on his arm, and still loved him anyway.

And it's such a shame that you haven't experienced her late night ramblings, that never fail to leave you laughing and crying in equal measure.

I doubt that you would know what a great listener she is and that she can give as good as she gets on the sarcasm front.

Would you guess that she has mad tap dancing skills and can river dance like a true Irish woman?
Probably not.

Now let me tell you what you DO know.

You know that she's there for you rain or shine, hospital bed or wheelchair.

I'm pretty sure you could never forget how she'll watch "crappy chick flick" movies with you, because she knows you like them, even though she can't stand them.

And although you know that every time you ask her what she wants to do she'll say, "I'm good with anything." you keep asking her anyway.

Even though you pretend to be upset, you're okay with the fact that your family loves her almost as much as they love you.

You understand the sacrifices she made to do what she loves, and you cried with her when she ended up sacrificing what she loved for what she needed.

And most importantly, you know how lucky you are to be able to claim Superwoman as your friend.

So hats off to you, Superwoman, a round of applause, a standing ovation for the girl who everyone wishes they knew a little bit better than they do.