My husband is a brilliant, generous, ambitious, funny, loyal man whom I adore beyond belief.
He's also a person: occasionally grumpy in the mornings, hates admin, and always pulls away from the curb before I've queued up the directions.
We balance each other. I bring him breakfast some mornings, sympathize when he has a million emails to write, and queue up the directions anyway. He, in turn, puts my glasses next to my keys every night after I've gone to sleep; rubs my back at the end of a long day; and closes the cupboards I've left open, generally without comment.
Sometimes I read him stories on mumsnet. He finds them baffling and occasionally alarming; it just honestly wouldn't occur to him.
He treats women as people. He is kind (but not soppy) to animals and small children. He has a brain the size of Alaska. He makes me laugh. These are probably my four red lines.
I tell him every day how lucky I am. He says the same back.