I love her.
I love her independence, how she's almost solitary at times.
I love the way she loves her work, the way she knows her stuff and isn't afraid to show it.
I love her kindness.
I love the way she always acts in spite of her fear.
I love the way she won't accept any less than her best, ever.
I love how she laughs at all my jokes, even when they stink.
I love that she can think of a solution to any problem.
I love how she always sticks up for her friends.
I love her.
The End