Yes, I love him.
We have had a tough, testing three years, and he has made some huge sacrifices for me, and there have been some times that have really wound the string very, very taut, so to speak.
But at the bottom of it all, is a man I love. We have the best time together. No matter what's going on, the minute we get a chance to just 'be', to go back to being that couple that met and fell in love ... it's great again. Instantly. We talk into the small hours, never run out of thing to say. Crack each other up, stimulate each other, challenge each other, make each other think.
When we put the mundane, day-to-day life of work, and child-rearing, and domesticity to one side, we're best friends, and we have each others back.
He's away with work right now. Not back 'til Monday. I miss him.
He is a Good Man, and I love him a great deal.