He is a great dad to DD who also loves him to bits. He takes her out for a few hours every weekend so I can have a bit of time to myself and comes home bearing curry.
He takes DD to school most mornings so I don't have to walk up the very steep hill with my dodgy knees, even though I know he'd like to be in work earlier.
He works really hard to make his business successful so that I could give up my job and start my own business. He is SO confident in my ability to make it work it scares me.
He tells anyone who will listen that his business wouldn't be anywhere near as successful as it is if it wasn't for my support, and gives me half of his earnings as he thinks it is 'only fair'. He never questions what I spend them on either :o
He has never commented on my weight and tells me I'm gorgeous.
He has come to every single appointment I've had for the our IVF treatments, even if I was just getting a blood test. He took me abroad for an operation, paid for it, and didn't question my sanity at any point. He has seen me through each failed treatment, allowed me to grieve, and helped me to pick myself up again.
Possibly the most important thing is he offers to put Voltarol on my arthritic joints without me asking- who said romance is dead, eh? :o
Just to balance it out, he leaves wet towels on the bed, is terrible at getting up in the morning and is quite messy. Ah well, no one's perfect.