I tell him that I love him for all the hair on his head, his millions of dollars and his collection of antique cars. The truth, there’s a lot of reasons. He is the guy I can call to bring me a control so the wedding slideshow will play that I forgot and he will drive 20 miles out of his way to bring it. He is the guy that will help me shoot an emergency engagement session for an out of town couple on Christmas Eve and then have hot dogs as Christmas Eve dinner at Sam’s Club. (True Story.) He is the guy that says, “Let’s go to breakfast,” and will take me in sweats and no make up. (Wish this wasn’t a true story.) He is the guy who will scrub his hands raw after a long day in a body shop to make sure he can look presentable in front of my clients. He is the guy that will not discourage me from standing on a ledge 40 feet above the ground to get the shot…instead he will hold me and make sure I don’t fall. He is my body guard for celebrity events, keeping me and my camera safe and even though he wants to brag, he can keep a secret. I can vent and he will listen and pray with me and for me and for those I love. He will talk me through it and make me laugh. I love him because he loves his kids. I love him for his faith. I love him for the respect he has for me. He can pretend to be tough, but when he smiles I see dimples. Love you lots Jesse Ulloa. Happy Birthday BFF!