He watches whatever I want on TV.
He is a great cook.
When he prays, I know that God hears.
He is the funniest person that I have ever known.
He doesn’t take any of my flack, which is hotter than one might think.
He believes in me more than I believe in me.
I am safe with him.
He is the handiest guy I have ever seen. There is no limit to what he can build or fix...also, hot.
He baby-talks Tess in the dialect that I created. This does not affect his manhood at all.
He offers to refill my water, even if he is not going to the kitchen.
The way to his heart is through his stomach, which is why I cooked this, this, and this to go with the bbq pulled pork sliders, for V-day weekend. This meant that we did not have to battle the crowds...and he didn't mind at all.