I loved him from the minute I knew he was there.
And now it's hard to believe, but we're four years in, an entire presidential term.
He has hands that tear things apart and hold things together, legs that grow faster than a lie.
He talks as if every word starts with a capital letter, rarely just saying anything, but rather declaring it all.
He knows what he likes and he likes it with confidence.
Yet he seems to always leave a little room to be surprised.
If this is the pace at which Tolliver lives onward, then we are in for a real treat.