Hundreds exist on her body, but I see a freshly created freckle sitting just above her eyebrow. Naturally, her existence includes the most incredible curly, auburn hair. I know when she is upset before she does herself, I can see her truth through her eyes. She needs glasses to understand her own feelings, but I know beyond the support. Her breath gliding through her silky smooth lips, a genuine laugh slips out every once in a while. That’s my favorite part, everything about her is real. Love is an understatement. The second I see her face, my worries fade away.