It's wonderful, this love thing. Why should it make any sense? When I think about the reasons I'm in love with Debbie, okay, she's kind, she's funny, she's loving. But that's not it. Not really. There are other people in the world that are kinder, that are funnier, that are more loving than she is, but she makes me happy just being around her. It makes absolutely no sense, but I wouldn't trade it for anything.