I love this thread
DH encourages me with everything I do - even if I'm crap at it (like running my first ever 10km race... he took photos, and ran round the course to meet me at drink stations and was so proud).
Works one hundred hours a week on average (not joking) in an incredibly stressful job which allows me to stay at home with the baby, and doesn't care if I ever go back to work, as long as I'm happy.
Thinks I have the best arse on the face of the planet, and can not walk past without squeezing it. Which is at times flattering, and also insanely irritating.
Every single meal I've put in front of him is 'only gorgeous', even if it's just baked beans on toast.
He hid all of his paediatric text books when I was pregnant so that I wouldn't read them and freak out. And, more hilariously, anticipated their discovery and put post its on the front saying "Hillee - do not read this, it's for your own good!"
Opens every door for me and always walks on the street side of the footpath.
Finally - he moved to the other side of the world so I could have babies in my home country, and be near my family. Admittedly the weather is better out here and he does love to surf...
I will bore you no longer.