I have to do past tense (for obvious reasons).
Nothing was too much trouble for him - and the small things made me feel valued, respected and supported.
He kissed me 'goodbye' as the first one of us left for work and met me with an open door to kiss me 'hello'. (So I knew he was always missing me and listening for my car to pull on the drive)
I am a witterer and talk about the same thing in circles until I figure it in my head - he never shut me up.
If I was too stressed to eat, he made me boiled eggs chopped up in a cup with butter to tempt me!
We shared all the housework from day one - I was made to feel an equal partner in careers/household. We would negotiate disproportionate allocations at certain times as one or the other career took off.
As I worked my way up the career ladder, I was totally supported and he took on more household stuff to give me the space to do whatever it took.
He always told friends how PROUD he was of me - and to have me as his wife (and that wasn't a trophy wife - but a wife who he respected and loved 100%)
He encouraged me to do things that I thought were beyond my capabilities (I got two further degrees with his encouragement)
He told me ALMOST every day that he loved me (not gushing but a simple "I do love you loads" or "I love you more today than yesterday")
My HUGE family were embraced and loved as part of his family.
Both of our families loved and supported each other because of our love of each other. My parents loved my DH and DH's parents loved me. When my FIL was widowed, my Mum would phone him every Sunday night with the blessing of my Dad. (We were an 'at a distance family' and I lived in my husband's locality.) That went on for 10 years!
DH accepted my cat when we got married (even though he would have preferred a dog!) Now I am widowed, what do I have? Yes.... a beautiful Border Collie dog!
So much more, but I will leave you with this shared love:
When DH was terminally ill, immobile and I was nursing him 24/7 - including the bodily functions, I would lower his hoist, tuck him back into bed, fluff his 15 pillows and say "I love you, do you love me too?" His answer was "No, I love you three."