He shrugged. "I love life," was Henry's comment, feeling like that did a fine job encapsulating his philosophy: he wanted to enjoy himself and experience everything the world had to offer that he found interesting. And he was very much finding Gabriella interesting.
Oh, there were differences, to be sure. There was an effervescence to the younger Gabby, a seemingly endless supply of enthusiasm and good cheer. And while the woman before him was certainly a cheerful and pleasant person, that bubbly personality was quieted by maturity. Henry could, he was sure, become accustomed to it.
Henry nodded. "But of course you are," he insisted.
His smile only grew with her satisfaction at his declaration of love.
"Living my life? Oh, I'm sure I'm no different than you remember: writing my music, playing with the band. We have some local gigs in the next month or so." Henry gave Gabriella's hand a squeeze. "Then what should you like to do? Dinner? Do you still like watching movies on the couch?"