Two years ago today, Roman showed up on my doorstep. With him, he had a bouquet of flowers, a bottle of champagne, and his famous thousand-watt smile. Armed with these weapons, he complimented me, confided in me, listened to me, made me laugh, made me blush, and just generally made me feel like the most fascinating and the most beautiful woman in the world.
And he still does. Happy anniversary, sweetheart.