She is the kind of person who:
^ arranges plastic dinosaurs in attack mode on the tables at her otherwise formal and classically beautiful wedding reception,
^ sits up talking till three a.m. and then makes scrambled eggs with me,
^ gamely chugs up a foggy Pacific Northwest mountainside and then agrees to jump in a frigid alpine lake,
^ keeps the animals and humans of Boston safe from assorted infectious veterinary diseases,
^ and hops on a plane, flies 3000 miles to visit me, then takes pictures of herself with my pets.
Also, Jenn is the kind of person who thanks me for my hospitality by knitting me a pair of red socks.
And that, in my opinion, is an entirely awesome kind of person to be.