He's a good communicator. He's not scared of difficult conversations and I've never heard him shout, he's so good at calmly talking things out - and he's understanding of my need to sit in my feelings for a bit before we talk about anything. So any problems we do have are resolved quickly and easily.
He's trustworthy and loyal. I've never doubted him, he's never given me reason to, and he trusts me implicitly in return.
He is genuinely invested in us, he makes time for us, he plans dates and activities, he tries my hobbies and encourages me to try his, he's constantly putting effort in to us.
He's a wonderful father, and the relationship between him and our daughter makes my soul sing.
He's my very best friend, I can't think of anyone I'd want to be stranded on a desert island with more.
Through all the ebbs and flows of a normal relationship, he's never wavered or faltered, he's always willing to give 90% if I can only give 10%, he's supportive of me but pushes and drives me to always keep striving for the best of me.
He's feckin gorgeous which is certainly a bonus.
He's just my person. I've loved him since I was 15 and will never ever stop.