A bit a ago I reposted a comment Jim made on a post. I'm doing it again. Here's why: It's clear I'm besotted, and I'd sure hate to be the only one. I'm happy to provide proof that Jim likes me back. I've got the most sympathetic people in my corner; I'm told again and again that I deserve good things, that I deserve love. Well, I have it, Dear Reader. He says so. Right here:
10 things I love about Megan:
1) SMART!—Not just book smart either. She knows what the hell is going on around her. Thanks, "Wait Wait . . . Don’t Tell Me."
2) She is GOOD at EVERYTHING—Need a present wrapped, airline reservation made on the correct date, advice on what glasses look best, or a wedding officiated? She is your girl.
3) CREATIVE—Yeah, if you think she can only write you would be dead wrong. Don’t believe me? Just go to Amazon and type her name. You will instantly know what I am talking about. Do yourself a favor and buy some art.
4) FUNNY!—She has great timing, and when she laughs it comes from down deep. She slaps her hands and collapses to the floor. It is adorable, and she doesn’t pee her pants, which is also great. Who announces that anyway?
5) COMPASIONITE and KIND—She is always looking how to help out and fix things. She is always talking about her friends, yoga community, and her family. She really loves all of you so much.
6) FAMILY—She is all about family all the time. She makes her own family a priority and she respects me when I make my family a priority. For me there is nothing more attractive than putting family 1st.
7) TEAMMATE—She is the one you want on your side. You know where she stands and she will not let you down.
8) DEPENDABLE—She follows through on stuff. She thinks ahead and makes things easy.
9) CUTE—Not in just a next door neighbor way either (unless you are her neighbor), but cute in a way that melts my heart. The ways she dances, the way she surprises me with gifts, the way she looks when she goes to work in a pencil skirt, I love to see her excited to go to yoga and also how exhausted she is when she is done with yoga. She is ripped. Her arms . . . oh those arms.
10) ACCOMPLISHED—She can thaw pipes when they freeze in her house. She can sell the hell out of drugs and mow a lawn with a push mower. (I am not talking about one that's self-propelled. I am talking about one that has nothing but blades and wheels. Like the one The Beaver used to mow lawns in the 50s.) She has so many things she has accomplished like school, dean's list, great pharma job, yoga, writing, and the list could go on and on.
I love you, sweetie. Thanks for inviting me to lunch that day.
(Reposted from the comments section on my Love Story post.)
You have my rather insincere apologies for the back-to-back mushy posts. When my parents were visiting a couple weekends ago, Jim and I were sitting at the counter in my kitchen and in response to some comment Jim made I said to my mom, "Isn't he adorable?" She gave me an Ew! response. And I said, "C'mom, Ma, after what you've seen me go through in the last year, don't you think I deserve a little mush?" She gave the go-ahead for all the mush I wanted.