Look at me, what am I supposed to be?

Since reading Maggie's post, I've been thinking about accepting compliments. I received a very complimentary email the other day from one of my vacation buddies. She's the wife of an old friend. Love, love, love her. So fun. We did a nice trail run together one day and had a whole afternoon of girl talk after. I've only known her a few years, but it feels like forever. You know people like that? Almost from the moment you see them, they stand out in TECHNICOLOR from the sepia crowd. So, I'm sharing her email because I'm standing in my truth AND it's a little shout out to one of my favorite blogsphere people, who early on so aptly tagged me as a shameless self-promoter.

Hi You,
I had a nice weekend with you all. It is always so much fun hanging out with you. I wish we lived closer. You are so much fun and a really good friend. I hope you know what an amazing person you are. It is a crime that you haven't been snatched up by a great girl (?!). Or, you could be the smartest one of us all by being single. I know you don't see all of your great qualities like the rest of us do. Smart, funny, gorgeous, a great friend, sophisticated, loyal, hardworking....seriously. This list could go on and on. I will gladly give you more if you want to know...I really think you are a catch... All of the women in the family do. I hope you do, too. Anyway, I can't sleep and was thinking about you so have a great day. I am going to take new pictures of the boy this weekend so when I get something really cute I will send it to you. Stay in touch...N

Isn't she the sweetest thing? Parenthetical added my moi, of course. Change a noun here, a pronoun there, and I can't think of a nicer thing to wake up to. Well, maybe being awakened by a snuggle alarm.