One morning, about 9 months into our relationship, Rick & I were eating breakfast in my little basement apartment. After gazing at him shoving pancakes in his mouth for a good long while, I blurted out, "Sometimes it hits me how much I love you and it's like being punched in the stomach by an angel". Now, that kind of craziness might have scared a different man off. But not Rick Destree. He's pretty special, you know? Four years later, I still feel the exact same way.