It took moving to Chicago to meet a bunch of Texans. Never have I felt more like a Texan, either. I usually consider myself a New Mexican, but I may have to change that, at the very least, to New Texican, for the sake of the Bob Schneider concerts.
I met Amber through Ashlee. They went to Roosevelt together (am I getting this right, ladies?) to get their degrees in Theater. When I think of Amber, I think of rosy cheeks, giggles, and la langue Française. Amber appears to be a sweet, fragile flower, but she can be a bulldog when challenged. She also has a cat named Chocolate who does a mean imitation of a trotting pony. She also has a wonderful husband, Michiel, who has the most fascinating silver hair I have ever seen.
Amber is classy. She worked at a high-falutin' internation hotel for the longest time, conducting business in French, and gracefully dealing with her stressful position. She can also throw on a pair of jeans, slug down a Shiner Bock, and sing along with "Assknocker" at a Bob concert.
I recently read the book The Time Traveler's Wife and I could not get Amber and Michiel out of my mind. I see a lot of couples that have one dominant partner and one who just rides along for the money, image, whatever. Amber and Michiel are one of the few couples I know who really respect and understand each other. Through any struggle, at the end of the day, they love one another. It takes two to make a good marriage, and Amber is a strong woman who holds up her end of the bargain.
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