So Many Reasons

There are so many reasons I love Kim. She saw how cute I was before I had children. She visited me in the hospital when I had Eleanor. She knows and loves Mark. She shaves long pieces of carrots into her salads. She uses the words "terrific" and "fantastic" regularly and means it. She makes her own salsa. She doesn't drink Diet Coke but she loves BBQ potato chips and licorice. She has nine sisters and millions of friends, but she still makes room for me in her life. She runs. No, really, she runs like the wind. She introduced me to South Fork Canyon. She dragged my arse up Rock Canyon for the longest hike of my life. She loves my babies. She listens. She lets herself go grey. She still looks amazing with a wardrobe made up of mostly t-shirts. She reads. She travels. She cares about the women in Afghanistan and immigration. She still listens to the Indigo Girls. She talks to everyone in the room. She cusses. She looks like Pocahontas. She wants a brood. She is a great great mother. She never uses a fake phone voice. She's from Provo, so at least she visits. Hurry back.