For Maggie
I’ve never been called a real-life Wonder Woman before!
And to pay it back:
Maggie is the funniest person I know. Hands-down.
She’s clever. It’s not very often that someone actually impresses me with his or her wit.
I think she is the only person in the world who matches me dare-for-dare. This may come as a surprise to all of you, but sometimes, I get some crazy ideas in my head. Usually, I will express an urge to act out loud on those ideas, and nearly every single time, whoever I’m with will stare at me with a crinkled eyebrow and go, “Seriously?” and then usually, I back down like I didn’t mean it. Maggie is the only person who responds with, “Let’s do it!”
Although, it was her idea to try to eat the 72 oz. steak in Texas.
When I’ve done something evil, she is the first person I call. That designation means more than most people can understand.
She’s patient. She has listened to more of my minutae than you will ever know, and you should be happy about it, because that means you don’t have to.
She’s the only one of my close friends who made it to my mom’s funeral. I don’t thnk she’ll ever know how much that means to me.
I admire her. It’s impossible not to look up to someone who is so dynamic. (And tall, but I’ll spare you the bad jokes. THIS TIME.) Other people look up to her in the same way. I wish she could see it more.