This is the man who I met on the dancefloor at a beginner’s ballroom class and asked me “have you been to many classes?” only to receive the slightly insulted response “I’m one of the demonstrators!”
This is the man who later confessed to always deliberately being one of the last to leave my house during post-ballroom coffee because he had a crush on me, even though I was with someone else at the time.
This is the man I greeted with glee at the start of term, two weeks after finding myself single again.
This is the man who swept me off my feet at karaoke night and told me he loved me 24 hours later.
This is the man who was waiting outside the office to pick me up from work when I thought he was at his parents’ house 70 miles away.
This is the man who proposed on the spur of the moment over dinner after an emotional Armistice Day visiting the battlegrounds of WW1.
This is the man who fell on his bottom on the ice rink trying to go down on one knee to present me with a ring.
This is the man who stood at the altar with love in his eyes and said “I will.”
This is the man who held my hand in a scan room, cried with me in a hospital chapel and prayed silently with me while a miracle was performed.
This is the man who held my hand, looked into my eyes and told me I could do it each time our babies made their way into the world.
This is the man who spent hours sitting by an intensive care cot, holding our daughter’s hand.
This is the man who pushed a pram out of the hospital door, full of pride to be finally taking his wife and daughter home again.
This is the man who cried at church as he gave thanks for everything that got our little girl through.
This is the man whose eyes light up at two little voices saying “Daddy!”
This is the man who spins around with a little girl in his arms while laughter fills the air
This is the man who reads bedtime stories and falls asleep with his little girls snuggled up close.
This is the man who tells me I am beautiful even when I think I look a mess.
This is the man who works hard every day to support his family and misses out on so much precious time as a result.
This is the man who accepts that he is not perfect but tries to see where he can do things better.
This is the man who shares my life, eases my load and takes the time to listen when I need to vent.
This is the man who is a wonderful daddy, a loving husband and my best friend all rolled in to one.
This is the man whom I love more than words could say.