You are my sunshine.

This is Lizzie.

My dear, dear Lizzie.

She's in a tree

because she's the most adventurous girl

you could ever dream of knowing.

It was because of her

that we skipped work and class

and left at 11 p.m. 

to drive through the night to San Diego.

And I saw palm trees for the first time.

Knowing her is an adventure, too,

because she is spectacularly interesting.

And you get to learn that 

a piece at a time,

one secret special bit at a time.

Here is the condensed version:

She's a bohemian cowgirl,

a maker of stunning meals,

a first-rate hugger,

a teller of hilarious bad date stories.

She wants to do everything

and I'm sure she could

if only she had five lives' worth of hours

to do it all in.

When I think of her,

I think of someone who spends her time well,

who improves herself,

who has good things to say about people,

and includes them.

Her hair is sunshine

and her smile is sunshine

and her life is sunshine.

And I love her.

One of the best things about her

is how modest she is.

She blushes and giggles

if you say anything nice about her.

Which is an extra perk

of writing this blog post.