I love the foolish extravagance of fine dining and the belly laughs we can exchange. I like expensive silks and shoes an awful lot, but I’d be lying to you if I said I wasn’t a fool for charming cards and thoughtful gifts. I’m most content when the sun is bright and crisp, there’s a light breeze. I talk too much but our secret will forever be mine to hold; like a gift—Ready for unwrapping time and time again.