He goes to bed when I do, even when he'd rather stay up, just so he doesn't disturb me later and we can snuggle.
He comes and sits with me and we chat about everything and anything.
He gives me foot and backrubs whenever he has the opportunity:
He brings me tea and breakfast in bed every morning and sorts the DCs and takes them to school.
He hugs me whenever we pass each other.
He looks at me like I'm the only woman in the world, even though I'm carrying a lot of baby weight, don't fit into any of my clothes so am constantly big and baggy, look knackered from feeding all night and am far from looking my best.
He sends me nice messages when he's at work, just of things he thinks I'd be interested in or to let me know he loves me.
He makes me feel safe and secure, I think this but might be witchcraft.
He goes for a run every morning with the dog, so I wake up to breakfast and a calm dog.
He's just utterly lovely. We love doing things for each other. And he never makes me feel like he does things to get something back. He does it all to see me smile. He says my smile is his favourite thing.