Meet Amy. She can be found either on the sidelines at her kids games or somewhere on the road carpooling said kids to and from practice. Has she put herself first in 20 years? Nope! Does the extra pump of vanilla in her latte make her feel special? Every. Damn. Time. We all know an Amy, we all are an Amy. She just want someone to tell her she’s doing a great job and she looks pretty. Is that too much to ask? Hug an Amy today. Tell her you love her.