May I Introduce Myself....

I have the distinction of having "Superwoman" for a daughter.  Now it is hard for me to call her that, because I am just a girl myself, so how could she be a woman?  Last week was a prime example of her amazing abilities.

We don't have birth-days in our family.  We have birth-weeks.  Susannah Logan Metzger will be 16 years old as of tomorrow.  Her celebration began last Tuesday with a party for an indeterminate number of her closest friends.  It was a western-themed party featuring line dancing and hot tubbing, as well as Wii dancing games, ping-pong, Ms. Pac-Man, indoor basketball toss, etc., etc., etc.

Superwoman decorated the house beautifully (with the help of Superman Rob.)  She made the cutest, neatest poster that said "Oh, Susannah, is Sweet Sixteen," which was on the front door.  (Don't tell Susannah, but I have a vintage copy of the Oh, Susanna sheet music for her birthday!)  The tables, yes, plural, were great looking.  They served the best grilled hot dogs (I know because I got some left-overs.)   There were three cakes and ice cream, of course.

The evening was a resounding success.  The house and yard were filled with kids having fun.  Susannah had a great time.  Look for pictures on FB. 

Was it time for Superwoman to rest?  Well, it would have been nice, but she had a quick turnaround to set up for Thanksgiving for 15!  Table arrangements changed.  Decorations changed.  Food changed drastically.  If that sounds manageable, factor in that the Metzgers have a Thanksgiving tradition of  participating in the Arlington Turkey Trot.  They were up and out at 7:00 A.M. Thursday morning.  That's not all...delivering dinners for Mission Arlington is also a tradition for their family.  Check, check, they got it all accomplished and were back home to host a wonderful Thanksgiving day for our whole family.

Wait--we're not through.  We had a lovely day after Thanksgiving, too, arranged by none other than SW!  Eleven of us trooped down to Waxahachie, had lunch at the Dove's Nest, then took a home tour.  We had another great day.

Now by this day--Friday--I had "one wheel off and the axle draggin'." Actually, I think I was already in that condition by Thanksgiving night.  Superwoman was still perky.  She had popped something out of place in her knee, but it didn't slow her down one bit.

I do not know anyone else in this whole world of millions and billions of people whose claim to fame is that they are the mother of Dolly Levi, Patsy Cline, Superwoman, and best of all, Susan Lynn Stovall Metzger.  I am one blessed and very proud Mom.