There she is. I kept catching her off-guard, traveling through London and Paris over Christmas. There she is, taking in the Seven Dials in London. And there she is again, taking in Paris as the world bustles around her. A twinkly evening along the Champs-Elysées, pedestrians like toasty, gliding ghosts around this beaming angel. See how her gaze is the same angle as the spotlight at the top of the Eiffel Tower? That’s the same intensity with which she looks at life — the warmth she gives to people, the empathy she can lend to the worst situations, and the glitter and glow she gives to every memory I have of her now and will have in the future. I never wanna lose sight of that beacon, and I’m going to do everything I can — big and small — to keep it shining. I love you, Meredith. Happy New Year, sweetie.