I don’t think about how being around Val feels like being wrapped in a soft scarf made of sunshine. I don’t consider how beautiful she looks when she laughs, which is often and loudly. I’ve barely noticed how amazing it is that she can look so good wearing paint-splattered Dickie’s coveralls. Okay, so maybe I have thought about all these things. But I have a special and impenetrable steel vault in my mind where they live.
