G-god, Lizzie's a, a firecracker. She's funny as hell and smart as a whip and I don't know if those metaphors work out but I think you know what I mean.... She's creative, and curious, and the curiosity is a problem sometimes, but she's-- I mean, she's, k-kinda like my best friend.

B-but a twelve-year-old.

It sounds a little silly, but, she-- you know, she's kinda like. Light of my life, as-- as stereotypical as that sounds.

[He's talking very quickly in hopes that if he relays all of this positive information immediately, he won't get sad about her not being here.]