I absolutely adore my husband. He's great (balding, but perfect otherwise). He cooks dinner 98% of the time (from scratch!) which is great because my idea of cooking is throwing something into the microwave.
He keeps our daughter entertained (our daughter is definitely a "daddy's girl"). All domestic tasks are evenly shared; none of the sexist women-are-supposed-to-clean-the-house nonsense. He works hard at his job and is super responsible with money. He even pays my credit card bill, never nagging me about the balance 
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We never fight (though there have been a handful of occasions when we've disagreed on something, but we always settle our differences calmly and rationally as adults should...our home is 100% drama-free 
). We have similar senses of humour, and want the same things in life. We've been married for seven years now, and our marriage just gets better and better as time goes on. I'm so incredibly lucky.
It makes me so sad to read all the threads by other mums whose partners and husbands are so awful to them and their children. Every time I read one of them, I walk over to my husband, kiss him, and tell him how much I love him.
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Wait! I just remembered something!
I just remembered one fault of his: When he needs to shit, he always chooses the bathroom in the middle of the house, the one without a window. If he were willing to walk 15 more feet, he could poop in our en suite bathroom with a window, but he never does. As a result, a foul odour lingers in our apartment for about 45 minutes after he's done his business, and I have to hold my breath when walking down the hall.
Oh, well. I guess no one is completely perfect.