Stephenie and I were roommates in college, and she was the most enthusiastic, hilarious, interesting person I'd ever met. We would listen to Dolly Parton and Shania Twain while we cleaned up our disaster of a living space, singing at the top of our lungs and jumping around. We'd talk about literature and love and ideas, and she always had a way of seeing something magical about other people and the world--she would take a breath and just breathe out life, and wonder, and compassion. She dreamed up this adventure we were going to go on to New Orleans--the "Best Friends Forever Trip," and she managed to talk homebody little me into an excursion to this wild, crazy place full of the art and music and magic she loved so much--and we had a blast. I remember getting ready to go, and how kind and funny her mom and dad were, how much they loved her, just the little ways they would joke around and how they wanted us to be safe, but have fun, but be safe, too! It just felt like such a warm and loving home, and I could see how Stephenie had become such a loving and exuberant human being. I was so happy for her when she got to move to this magical place that filled her heart with so much joy--there was so much art and culture for her to swallow up, and she was doing what she loved, helping young people with special needs. In her time here on earth, she touched so many people with her grace, humor, and kindness, and I am so happy that I got to call her my friend, and so, so sad that she is gone now, so soon, when she had so much love to give and so many people who love her.