Let me tell you a bit about Sam. When she was born, I was literally in the hospital too. I had to get a pass to go over and visit her and hold her. My sister was a single mom from the gate, so I also had the glorious opportunity to help bring Sam into this world (though I assure you my sister did all the hard work). At one point I got to hold my sister’s leg in the air as she pushed through a contraction on her side. How she did that I could not tell you. To this day, I envy her strength and determination. But I digress. This is about Samantha.
Suddenly, there she was, all pink and new. She was lying on the metal tray where the nursing team cleans babies and I snuck over and held her little foot for just a second saying, “Hello bug. There are some people here who are looking for you.”
From that moment, I was smitten with this child; a beauty in 1,000 ways! She had red hair from birth and the sweetest disposition. She was a curious toddler, indulging me in hikes through the chaparral, examining snakes and flowers as I finished my associate’s degree in Southern California. She was my excuse for being childish and childlike during a time when I had to hold three jobs to pay for school and make ends meet. I relished the chance to be silly and fun. Later, Samantha would become a teacher to me, showing me how to work my camera and how to be a friend to younger girls and even how to parent. She taught me about music and the internet and Facebook, though it once was Friendster, Myspace, Tribe.net. These days, she teaches me about reading. Sam’s a bibliophile reading everything she can get her hands on and making the best book recommendations I could ever hope for (Thank you especially for The Fault in Our Stars).
Here’s something else that is great about this wonderful young woman: she visits me. Sam buys airplane tickets and comes up to Oregon from 1,000 miles away just to spend time with me. I don’t have many people in my life that have done this solo and Sam has done it many times now. And, she enjoys it. I do too.
And here’s another thing, Sam has never shied away from my MS. In fact, she is often the driving force of the team in San Diego. She asks me questions about my condition and she keeps up on how I am doing. I love that she does. What a great woman she has grown into. I am proud to be her aunt and her friend.
On Sam's last trip here, she had a special gift for me. She rolled up her sleeve and showed me her newest tattoo:
See, the bee is my symbol for overcoming impossible odds, as most apidea (bee family) should not be able to fly by all of our laws of physics, but they fly anyway. The bee has become my spirit animal inspiring me to overcome impossible odds like running three marathons while balancing the symptoms of MS and raising a family, etc. I have often talked about this here in my blog and I even address my readers as My Bees and am fond of saying "Keep Flyin!" But the thing is, I had no idea that anyone was paying that much attention to this blog, to my ramblings, to my plight. Sam is.
Samantha Zimlich, I could not be more proud of you. You are one of my very most favorite people in the entire world, deserving of each superlative that I have just included ... and more. I love you with my entire being. I am grateful beyond words for having you in my life. Tomorrow when I struggle (and I know I will) you will be my wings. You will be the force that carries me to the finish. Thank you for believing in me. Thank you for being in my life and for changing it always for the better. I love you so much. Keep flyin!
(No time to proof read, I'm off to Newport!)
Here are some other pictures of this wonderful little bee...
Sam and I about 15 years ago at Tio Leo's
Sam came to visit me for her sweet 16!
Prom night!! What a doll!!
Samantha with Emily Huntoon and Suzanne Tench-Zimlich at the MS Walk in San Diego (Bees!)