I love you. You are beautiful. Don’t ever change. It is the simple perfection of a day like you that reminds me I am alive. I understand that my addiction to autumn makes me somewhat biased, but “frankly, my Dear, I don’t give a damn!” The moment I opened my door this morning, I was greeted with your intoxicating perfume. I suspect it is a delicate blend of: sweet fallen leaves, the earthiness of the damp pavement, and a touch of heaven. The way your breeze is neither warm nor cold but, simply ever-present and comforting leaves me speechless. Aside from spending every possible moment with you, I plan to celebrate your beauty by attending my cousin Vincent’s final regular season high school football game. (Go Martin Luther… I forgot who your mascot is..!) At which, his sister, Gina will be twirling a flaming baton for half-time entertainment. I know they have playoffs to qualify for and Gina just likes the attention, but in my head I will pretend that the evenings festivities are being put on simply in honor of you.