She's all around.

Everytime I turn around I seem to see her car. It's as if I expect to turn around and see her, to have her walk up to me and give me a big hug. But that's just wishful thinking.

She likes fall and winter, and there's nothing quite so pretty as watching the leaves turn in New England. Of course that view would be put to shame if she was with me. There's something about her that is so much fun... so wonderful... so adorable.