Dear Lady in the Red Sweater,
I like you.
I noticed you at church tonight.
You lifted your arms high into the air while we sang.
You stood up and praised God publicly in the way I only do in my mind.
And when we were all sitting down for one song, you couldn't help yourself. You stood back up. You lifted your arms back in the air. You closed your eyes. And you just praised God.
Because you wanted to.
Because you could.
And I like you for it.