she's better than me,

and i'm okay with that. she's so beautiful, smart, and put together. she's the type of person i could be completely jealous of, but how could i, we are cut completely different but from the same cloth. growing up i would sing and dance and she would roll her eyes. people would comment on her beauty and i would wish it were me. but at the core we've always understood that some relationships are strong because you came out of something together that nobody on the outside could really understand.

she used to be so serious growing up, making straight A's and keeping mostly to herself. now she doesn't take herself so seriously, but has a good sense of work ethic and play. i love that about her. her house is the place the kids want to go, maybe for her good cooking, hospitality, or maybe because none of the other moms are pretty like her. she's so afraid of hurting feelings that she will go out of her way, and make sure she's inconvenienced to make everyone else's load a little lighter.

i love her beyond words and now when i hear how beautiful, kind, and lovely she is i swell with pride. even writing this leaves me with a giant lump in my throat. she's above and beyond and i just wanted to share it.