He tells me he loves me at least 10 times a day.
He gives me a hug as soon as he walks in the door.
He sends me daft emails and texts to get me through the working day.
He makes my lunch so I can sleep in an extra 10 minutes.
He does the ironing, the dishes, the vacuuming and many other housey stuff.
He would rather I have a something new because I want it, than buy something for himself, even if needs it.
He can clarify the storyline on Desperate Housewives if I forget what has happened.