Iggy, my beautiful, perfect Iggy, is the only thing on my mind. Everything I look at reminds me of her, anything from eating cheese, to seeing popcorn, or glancing at the sunset. Even now when I look out my window at the overcast weather, all it makes me think is how cold she must be…how much I want to hold her when she gets home from work. My life is dull and gray without her next to me in my arms, and I can’t wait to get home so I can do nothing but look at her smiling face, so I can wake up in the morning with her still in my arms, so I can smell the slight scent of vanilla every time I hug her. I miss our walks through Target every night, playing cards at Taco Bell just so we can drink Cherry Pepsi, going to get Pretzels at the mall after a night of drinking (because that is the only thing that ever sounds good with a hang over). But most of all, I miss her constant, glowing presence in my life, her ever lasting support of everything that I do, and the way her nuzzles me in her sleep when I kiss her cheek. I love you baby, and I’ll see you soon.