Christopher was standing in front of a camera holding a mic to his mouth, his nose rosy pink from the snow that falls around him. "Today's forecast will include, well, snow!" he smiled and held his hand up to catch the snowflakes in his gloves. He loved his job, but he loved his camera operator more; you.

As soon as the camera was cut he sidled over to you, and gave you a long kiss. You were the one supporting his dream of being a reporter, a journalist. He couldn't have been here without you.