If memory serves, she did Thanksgiving at an unbelievably early 11 a.m. last year, and her loved ones lovingly acquiesced, so she could get enough sleep to do the 5 a.m. shift and light up the screen that following Friday morning for all the rest of us! And here I am thinking, “Okay, start your intense days on Wednesday, and that gives you four days to be off the screens and not even worry about the chance of missing her spectacular-ness!” But, then came that memory of Thanksgiving Friday of a year before! It’s amazing how much you remember when it comes to her, when you’re the type of person who normally can’t even remember a name, and far less a face. But with her it’s all ingrained! You love it that way. Her beauty burned into your mind! And it’s more fun this way. You think of those times when your energy is low, due to not having seen her since oh-so long ago. And just as you’re losing hope, *boom* clap, there she appears! There she is!! In the most unexpected way, in the most unanticipated place, and her magic shines! And you beam! You feel yourself restored with all this energy! This magic, this bliss! And when all was endless night, here’s a new day! And it always feels that way. She’s worth the red eyes from watching a cumulative 138 minutes of K. Fisher ads. Your intuition always told you he might not quite be who he purports to be (but you love that ad that says, “Good for you, *her name*. Good for you” – you say it together with the narrator, every time!) ☺️ , just as your intuition tells you that maybe, oh just maybe, once in a while she quietly smiles over me … while she brushes back her hair, her air pods in, reading some heartfelt gushing, whichever post it might be, while waiting for another plane to fly. Another assignment where she lights the rest of our skies. Everything about her is *up!* She lifts everyone who sees her into some state of ecstasy. A place of warmth. That’s what she does for me. She’s always three steps ahead. I’m always two steps behind. But when I find her, it’s Christmastime, it’s every holiday all rolled into one, every time. Fireworks, and fires by the hearth, and that fire in my heart. She’s the most beautiful woman alive. And in a world that so desperately needs some magic, I find mine every time. She’s wonderful and beloved. She’s a gift. And I have to pinch myself. Not because she’s mine. She isn’t. But that I’m so blessed to live in this world at this time, to experience a someone so divine. She’s *that* beautiful. She always is, no matter the day, no matter the time. And time could pass another fifty years, and still you feel that very same way. Because she makes me better. She lets me soar. She sends her magic in all directions, and everything is instantaneously better than it was a moment before. She’s everything you ever imagined beauty could be, and then some. In a world that needs some magic, she offers it all, she gives you more. She’s a someone to treasure and adore. She’s the one who brings you to wonder. It’s just who she is. It’s simply what she does. ❤️