Hes on my team. Always. Whatever hairbrained scheme I come up with, he's there with me every step of the way, even when it's incredibly tough for him. He has my back and believes in me. And reminds me frequently. And I am exactly the same for him.
We loosely take it in turns to make coffee in bed in the mornings, although he always seems to do it more than me. We have two kids so we swap every night which one we're putting to bed. He works his arse off often outside in the freezing cold at this time of year, to provide, and still comes home and does his share and more.
He also adores my family, and has embraced them wholeheartedly, will do anything for them, and when my mum was very ill earlier this year, picked up everything else so I could focus on her.
When I was pregnant and in labour both times, he was right there with me, the first labour lasted nearly a week, he fell asleep on the bathroom floor holding my hand as I lay in the bath, because he'd been there with me the whole way. He has my back always, is my biggest supporter and I, his.