Last night, Shannon took me home, and just as we pulled up to the curb, I heard one of my favorite songs, She Will Be Loved, on the radio. I started singing as loud as I could, and cranked up the volume. As I did that, Shannon joined me, and pulled away. We did that for forty-five minutes, to whatever came on the airwaves. Billy Joel. Boston. Santana. You name it. We didn't care. Forty-five minutes. That's one of the best feelings in the world. Belting out lyrics, no matter how badly you sing, late at night, with the one you love singing right along with you. You may look foolish to everyone else, but to you, you're the next best sliced loaf of bread. That's for you, Shannon. Thank you for that warm, fuzzy feeling I got when I went to sleep. :) I love you, forever, and always.