He is a big, hairy, macho bear of a man, who has absolutly no problem expressing all his feelings. He is highly communicative, I have never ever have to guess at what is going on in his head. He is sensitive to a fault. He has never stopped working on growing and overcoming the scars left by his childhood/adolecence/young adulthood with a very very severaly mentally ill mother.
He loves me. Heart and soul. Nothing held back. He can't go a day without telling me I am beuatiful and praising my values, principle and character. I have no intension of updating the perscription for his glasses, or pointing out how he glosses over the veritable flotilla of faults I have. 
And he is the best father I have ever seen. I watch him and DS together and my heart sings. So attached, involved and loving. He is the complete opposite of my frigid, distant father. From 0-13 there is nothing he has shirked from doing for DS. He even did a stint as a SAHD so I could go back to work when he saw that being a full time SAHM was killing me. That is no small or easy choice to make in Italy, where SAHD are as common as unicorns and the very idea attracts crisitsm, derision and outright insult.
I knew he was going to be a star father the day I stood on a lecture stage in front of 500 teachers with the hump cos they had to be there. I could see him dealing with Worst Pureed Cauliflower Poo Explosion Eveh! just through the glass doors (the conference centre had locked the bathroom during talks...and then all the staff buggered off). Despite dealing with perhaps the worst smelling, most invasive poo DS had ever managed in his short life, he still looked up, blew me a kiss and mouthed "you will be fantastic. I love you" at me as I stood there quivering and overcome with stage fright. And it's all been uphill from there.
I love him so much. Perfect he is not. But he is perfect for me and DS.