This man loves me.
I've decided to go all natural, you could hang chirstmas ornaments on my legs. He runs his hand along my calves and tells me I'm beautiful. When it's coming on a full moon and I'm stomping around the house, snapping and irritable, looking for someone to blame, he hugs me tight until I melt. He calls me every day/night from work to tell me he loves me, sometimes twice. He finds something to like about my cooking no matter how badly I screwed it up. He listens to me and holds me for hours. He tells me that he loves how passionate I am about breastfeeding and birth.
OK I'm done bragging now. Thanks for indulging me.