This is the man that I love.
In four years, he has stayed strong and true to those initial impressions. His heart is as big as an ox. His love is unwavering, abundant. He is smart and silly. (And sexy.) He is twice the man that his small stature belies.
Four years ago today, crumpled and tired, he stepped off a long international flight and straight into our first embrace.
I am so glad he did.