Rainbow and I have been friends for about five years. She is one of the nicest people I know. Here is some proof:
Dh and I and Rainbow and her husband are planning to double date this Friday. We were going to go to one of the few good restaurants in our town - the only place I've had quality Italian food since moving here. However, while talking on the phone this morning, I admitted that I have reached that magical phase of pregnancy - luckily the very end - where I am uncomfortable in every position - walking, standing, sitting, lying down - it doesn't matter, it all hurts. She asked if I would rather not go out, that they could just come over to our house. "Yeah, but then I'd have to make dinner," I whined.
"No, you won't. We'll bring dinner," she answered. I said that sounded wonderful. Also this way I don't have to go pick up and then drop off a babysitter, which I hate doing.
"In fact," she continued, "why don't you let me come over to your house next week and clean it. If you have the baby this weekend, I'll get Dh to let me in, and I'll clean your house while you are in the hospital."
I was rendered speechless. Finally I squeaked out, "Rainbow, you are awesome."
"I know," she responded in a happy voice.
When you're awesome, you should just admit it.