I could make the list very long, so let me whet your appetite with
a few teasers before we get to the main course.
1. Reminiscent of her awkward phase (ask her dad
to see “The Wall”), Heather still wears metal mouth gear at night, the likes of
which haunt most middle schoolers’ dreams.
I can’t wait to wake up to that every morning. Rawr.
2.
Like any woodland creature, Heather marks her
den in easily identifiable ways: simply look for the piles of Kleenexes. For our nature lovers hoping to spot the ever
illusive H. Sapiens MacDonald, Heather,
look for the tell-tale, fluffy piles of tissue amassed near (but not usually
on) bedside tables, under pillows (saving them for later), and especially that
little crack between the passenger seat and the door in my car. In an attempt to remain PC, some may call it
“nest packing.” I fondly refer to them
as her “tissue graveyards.”
3.
Until recently, our closet resembled what could
most accurately be described as a “scarf nest.” Her cat Casper loved to lay in
the middle, which made my getting dressed in the morning all the more
inconvenient for both he and I.
Well, my salivating readers, are you ready for the big
fish? I’ll keep you waiting no longer!
4.
Heather is no Katniss.
Perhaps that last tidbit didn’t quite register. If not, take a few minutes to read through
Heather’s previous entry entitled The Peeta Potential, then keep reading here.
Whereas Heather would liken her role in our relationship to
that of Katniss Everdeen , “a terrible person in all regards who is out to
survive and protect her own interests,” I think a better comparison would be to
Eowyn, heroine from the Lord of the Rings, shieldmaiden of Rohan, sister of
Eomer, and niece of King Theoden.
Eowyn’s renown was won not by her beauty (though she was exceedingly
beautiful)...
Eowyn looking fine
...not by her title (though she was born of Rohan royalty, became
Rohan’s Queen, and married Gondor nobility), nor by good luck or good choice
(she often found herself between a rock and a hard place, crying big, ugly
tears).
Big, ugly tears
Instead, her renown was won by
her love for her people that lead her to place herself in harm’s way time and
time again.
Taking care of witch kings like a boss
Heather’s character is
established in a similar fashion.
Recently, I fell ill (I almost died). I was planning on toughing it out on my own (my outlook
on survival wasn’t good), because I didn’t want to be a burden (I was
a baby in every regard) or make Heather stay home from work to care for me (I
desperately hoped she would use a sick day to come over). However, without my request (big, mournful
eyes don’t count as an official request) and at risk to her own health,
Heather volunteered to care for me.
Heather taking one for the team
We are all are own biggest critics, so it is no surprise
that Heather’s self-portrait is not the most flattering. However, her readers
deserve to know the whole story – that Heather MacDonald loves fiercely,
perseveres quietly, and serves selflessly.
Perhaps this is why she and I are such a good fit: although both of us
seem to have a somewhat self-deprecating view of ourselves, we clearly see the
good in each other. We have made it our
personal goals to build each other up and boast to the world about the
other.
