She has a golden mane. Her blue eyes sparkle mischievously whenever she’s about deliver a witty remark. She is an amazing story teller. She can make a person laugh so hard, she reduces them to tears. She’s a great writer as well and her heart? HUGE. She’s a gentle yet strong soul. She’s kind, beautiful, charismatic, and elegant.

She is also a very private person. And these days she keeps to herself. She doesn’t leave the house much anymore. She has to conserve her energy. She has ALS.

Sometimes Real Moms get anguishing news. Sometimes they have to face a harsh reality that the rest of us can only imagine. Sometimes a Real Mom’s body becomes sick. And when that happens, a Real Mom tries to do her best to fight the enemy – for her family, friends and for herself. Sometimes she has to fight, fight, and fight some more. And when these Real Moms get tired? They need someone to cheer them on. And they need us do what we can to battle the enemy as well.

Amy, I’m one of many cheering for you. You are one of my oldest and dearest friends. (Some of my earliest childhood memories are of visits with you and your siblings.) You are never far from my thoughts and prayers. I hope this year brings you renewed strength, limitless energy and lots of good news. I hope you open a can o’ whoop-ass on that nasty bastard. Because if there’s anyone on this earth that can do it? Its you.

Happy Birthday lovely friend.

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