🌟 Ah! That moment where you want to gush, but you know that you’ve been talking too much. Like George Bailey – when melting over Mary – in “It’s a Wonderful Life,” – “Am I talking too much?” And the older guy observing says, “Yes!! Why don’t you kiss the girl instead of talking her to death?” Well, I can’t do that! But the feeling with which you’re left is like after your very first kiss, and you can’t tell right from left! There are no words left! She does that. She gets you feeling that way, simply by seeing her spectacular face. And, wow, she’s really at the top of her game. And, that’s only today! As top as it is, tomorrow she’ll pass her highest mark. She’s in elite company of one, so the only records now to break are her own. You really look up to her. You marvel, when you’re not finding words to say. Ones that attempt to get to the heart of all it is she does. She’s simply the best, and some days that’s all there is to say. But what you’re feeling within could write volumes! Never has there been one so beautiful, who could ever have such a hold on you. … So, you get ready to get snowed in! Fire in the fireplace! Shovel by the door. All animals – and maybe a mouse or two, too! – all safe and secure. And there’s that holiday feeling! You get the fire blazing. When what really warms is the memory of her. ❤️ Next post – and I’ll try to make the gushing less obvious (is that really even possible?) hopefully by or just after December 4! … You caught yourself recently wondering if she does the dark nylons and boots look, and you wonder no more! But to actually see her do it leaves you breathless and beguiled and with your heart on the floor. Nobody achieves a look more staggeringly than her! She is a vision. She’s *the* vision. I don’t know much about the pulse of main street, or small business sentiment. But my pulse is racing, and sentiment keeps rising. To record numbers! There’s FOMO for the others. Is it too late to get into her stock? Some drop out and kick themselves, for her stock keeps rising up!! She’s soaring. She’s such a consummate pro. The way she talks, the way she delivers. You melt inside. That thrill when you hire someone to make your project better, and you hear the words through her mouth, through her style. “Oh, … *this* is how a pro does it.” There is so much to so deeply admire. And the graphics are impressive and massive, but you admittedly only find yourself looking for her. Like a game of “Where’s Waldo?” If Waldo happened to be the most stunning professional woman in the world. You could be given just *one* area in which to speak! You could dole it out to a team: “You! Talk about her beauty! You, her acumen. Hey you, over there, fill us in on her style! And still you, tell us all about her vibe! Her energy! Her magic! The ineffable stuff!” That stuff you can’t quite put your finger on, but it’s everywhere about her! It goes on for miles. She’s a living dictionary. You want to define class? Professionalism? Beauty, honestly like you have never seen? You point at the screen. There it is! And, there she is!! She’s truly the utmost dream. Absolutely everything she does has this touch of magic. And you’re standing there unshaven, you notice your mouth is agape. And that’s nothing new. When you thought the only thing awaiting you at 7:11 a.m. was shoveling some snow. That’s how you’re found when that wonderful surprise arrives of taking her into view. And you mouth your one millionth “Wow …” She’s wow from the top of her head to the bottom of her boots. And she extends all around. She fills the room. She fills your heart. And another day has her magic written all over it! Her gift to you of another day with a perfect start! It’s up to you what you do with it now! So you spread it around, as best you can. In a world where nothing is ever quite perfect, you’re sure she is perfection. She’s perfection to you. And to so many, too. It’s absolutely in her look, in her dress, her style, and in her class. Her exuberance, and her professionalism. It’s all in the way she carries herself. You feel carried by her. Her job is to inform. And yet she gives you all of that!! So far beyond even the most demanding job description. And your pulse is racing, and sentiment is high. The most beautiful woman in the world touched your heart, and lit your day along the way! Nothing can be so bad from here! No, not after seeing her. You feel warmer, though it’s cold. You feel embraced, though winds blow. You feel loved, because everything about her comes down to that. Love, at its core. She’s the best. By far. She’s a treasure. She’s a pro. She is breathtaking beauty you can never quite put to words. She humbles you. “Oh. … *That’s* what it looks like. That’s what it is,” you say when you feel different than when you came in. Because you saw her. When your heart melts, and everything shifts. The bar is reset. The great one has returned. For her, it’s perhaps another Monday. For you, it’s truly heaven on earth. She’s *that* good. ❤️    

Next gushing post by December 4 (hopefully much sooner!). There’s a joy when you think of her. You find yourself smiling, for no reason at all. You don’t need a reason, to smile over her. She’s the reason. Watching the snow fall. The first of the season! She opens up your heart. And with that comes so much feeling. She’s purest joy. She’s a treasure. Your prayer is she knows it, too. That she always feels that truth in some way. She’s so greatly loved. Her effect so great and profound it simply cannot be measured. Happiest December your way! The end of a year, and the closing of a decade. To have been blessed by your face, that’s the greatest gift from this era I could ever possibly remember. Thank you. You shine brighter than all else put together. ❤️