He calls me when he’s downstairs and I’m upstairs to check on me and tell me he loves me
He drinks champagne with me at the drop of a hat
He tries sooooo hard to change when he does stuff that I don’t like
He’s the best guy in the world!
The WryGuy is a peach.
He kills spiders for me even though he hates spiders too.
On weeknights, he usually goes to bed before I do, and he preheats my side of the electric blanket so I can get into a nice warm bed. Before he leaves for work each day he makes a fresh pot of coffee for me to have when I wake up.
Whenever my car insurance card shows up in the mail, he slides it under my windshield wiper so I don’t forget to put it in my wallet.
When I’m conditioning clay (hard labor, that!) he will often help himself to a huge chunk of tough clay and beat it into submission for me - and he can do it three times as fast as I can.
He tells me all the time that I am beautiful, even when I just get out of bed and my hair is sticking up and my face has pillow-smoosh marks on it.
Ooh! Ooh! Can I add another one?
When I was in college, I lived about a mile from campus, and every morning I walked to school lugging my art portfolio, toolbox, bookbag, lunch, etc. That is, except for the many mornings when Mr. S (then just the boyfriend) would pick me up on the way home from his night-shift job, drive me to school, and drop me off at the art building with a donut or two and the morning paper.
And he was afraid to propose for fear that I might say no . . .
Three words…
Ammunition as gifts!
When walking, she’ll shift me around so that I’m away from the traffic.
She does all the dishes - I have only had to wash a handful in all of 10 years. She also encourages me to use all the dishes that I want to (I do all the cooking) even though I feel guilty for using too many.
She always buys me little gifts, just silly little things like a new keychain or a new kind of candy that she thought I would like.
She thinks that it’s cute when I forget stuff. When I say “Wow, I like this movie!” She just looks at me fondly and says “I know. You said that last time, too.”
Every single day, she shows up at my office and walks me home from work. Even though it’s only a five-minute walk, and pretty much line-of-sight from my office to our appartment.
She gives me treats from her own plate if she knows that I like them, even if she does too. She says “You like it more, so it makes me happy.”
She always tells me how smart I am, and that I’m good at things.
She does much, much more housework than I do, but will be so happy and encouraging when I do some small task.
She gets me towels and opens doors for me, too.
She has tried uncountable things that I like with an open mind - and ended up liking most of them. From live plays and concerts to the music that I liked listening to.
I’m the luckiest girl in the world.
Who else in his right mind would have mailed a banana-chocolate-chip bread from Minnesota to Ottawa? 7 days in the mail, my friends, but it made it safely… or shipped stuffed llamas? or sent me silly cards and letters, some only containing the word “BAROOOOOGAH!” on 'em?
He never wastes an opportunity to say that he loves me.
He loves our dogs and helps take care of them even when they’re behaving like assholes.
He puts up with me and my artists’ temperament, my moodiness n’ my tendency to worry a lot…
He’s always encouraging and comforting… he always says the right thing at the right time (even if he sometimes may not know it…) to make me feel that he does enjoy having me around- like telling me he wished I was tagging along when work friends got together for a drink after the workday. 
He bends over backwards to make me happy…
He takes care of me when I’m sick.
AND he puts up (and feeds, to a point) with my dog and llama fixation.
Hubby holds my hand while I’m sleeping if I get restless.
He get “the pills” (my vitamins and prescriptions) for me every night.
He drives me to work every day.
He calls at least once a day to check up on me.
When I stay home sick, he will not call so that I can sleep.
He empties the cat litter with very little prompting. 
Probably the best thing is the way Acrylic Vessel manages to convey all the love in the world to me in a single look.
It completely makes up for her being a pain in the ass.
He checks the oil in my car, I don’t think I’ve done it for 10 years! He does mail-away offers for me without telling me so I get surprise toys in the mail. He puts my clean clothes away when I’m working a lot so I can just relax at night. It’s really hard to think of the little things he does, he is everything to me, seems like he affects everything I do.
When he’s making bread and it gets done way before the rest of dinner, he brings me a hot, buttered slice of fresh-from-the-oven bread to nibble in the meantime.
When he knows I’ve forgotten to pack dinner or it’s likely to be rough night, he makes something for me and leaves it in the fridge so I don’t have to scrounge or cook when I get home.
When he set up my computer, he searched around and downloaded some cool wallpaper he thought I’d like. He also downloaded me a lot of cool screen savers.
He makes special recipes that he thinks I’ll like, even when it’s stuff that doesn’t sound all that great to him.
He plays with my dogs, even though he’s really, really not a dog person.
When I don’t feel good, he goes to the store to pick up stuff we really don’t want or need, just so he can ask if he can get me anything while he’s out without it looking like he’s making a special trip.
When he goes to a drug-rep dinner, he orders the cheesecake…and has it boxed up so he can bring it home for me.
He looks at me like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen.
He gets up before I do on the weekends and makes coffee for me, even though he doesn’t drink the stuff himself.
He listens to what I have to say, and takes a minute or so to think about it before answering…my opinion actually matters to him.
He tells me I’m beautiful.
He looks at me in a way that makes all words unnecessary.
And when he kisses me, the rest of the world disappears.
He sits by when I’m looking at the SDMB on his laptop and never complains.
He’s always telling me he loves me and that I’m cute when I’m singing really loudly and off-key in the car.
Just the looks he gives me that make me feel like the most loved person in the whole world.
When I’m trying to get comfortable to fall asleep (I toss and turn a lot before settling down), he never complains even if he’s really tired.
If I need to get gas for my car, he always hops out of the car with me so I’m not alone out there.
He always carries stuff for me or opens doors for me.
He’ll listen to my stories or my ramblings patiently, even if I’ve told him dozens of times in the past.
Even if he doesn’t really care for what I’m watching on TV, he’ll watch with me so I can talk about it with him.
He doesn’t care that I randomly poke and tickle him all the time.
Sigh…I love him so much. Time to find him and give him a big ol’ kiss.
robertliguori listens to my problems (no matter how silly they are) and cares enough to give good advice.
He gives great backrubs and footrubs.
He tells me I’m beautiful, just out of the blue. I could be sitting reading a book, and he’d say, “You know, you look so beautiful right now.”
He talks to me every night online or on his cell phone.
He has no objection to spending money on me, even though money is very tight in my family and it is difficult for me to reimburse him. I told him once that I felt guilty about his wasting cash on me, and he said, “As long as I’m spending money on you, it’s not wasting.”
He was one of my dearest friends before he became my boyfriend.
In a week, he’s traveling 250 miles from his college just to take me to my Homecoming dance, even though he has a test right before he leaves and another test right when he gets back.
And most amazing of all…
He loves me.
If he were here right now…well, suffice to say I’d be too busy to post; I’d be preoccupied with loving him in person.
He points out everything that’s purple. It’s my favorite color. He buys me roses the closest to ‘purple’ he can find. He gives me the best, best, best backrubs. He worries about me because I rarely drink water if it’s not necessary. He tells me I’m beautiful. He forgets the silliest things and makes me giggle when he finally remembers them.
and one little injoke: “ciao. No, adios. No, ciao.”
I gotta say more about George than his tighty-whities…
Often says, “By the way, have I told you yet today how much I love you?” Generally, he has indeed!
Does the dishes.
Does the shopping.
Knows which maxi pads I use and will buy them in a pinch!
Is just plain cute!
Hunted high and low for the first of the MST3K DVD four-packs for me.
Scratches my back when I need it, even if I’ve said nothing!
Buys me ic cream when I’m feeling sick or low.
Perfoms a particular sex act QUITE well, thank you very much!
Makes me laugh when I need to.
Listens to me bitch and moan when I need to.
Has been the BEST uncle to nephews, especially important now as the two eldest ones are witnessing their parents’ divorce.
Tells me I’m beutiful even when I don’t feel like it.
Says, “God, your georgeous!” when I’m just standing in the kitchen, making coffee.
Compliments my coffee-making skills.
Will buy me little nic-nacks I’d like, such as Powerpuff Girl stickers.
Calls me at work to remind me he loves me and/or ask what I’d like for dinner.
Shares the TV remote.
Tucks me into bed when I’m not feeling well.
Did I mention he’s a saint?
Gives GREAT hugs.
Doesn’t mind when I rub his head (he’s started shaving it about a year ago).
Doesn’t ALWAYS mind watching an episode of MST3K with me for the umpteenth time (although he’s had his fill of the “Hamlet” episode).
Makes bitching brownies.
Call shis Mom almost every day.
Deals with my insane relatives for or with me.
Makes screan-savers he knows I’d like, such as ones featuring MST3K or something sweet about me.
Doesn’t mind when I gaze at his naked bum when he comes out of the shower.
Buys me “I love you” cards even when it ISN’T Valentine’s Day or our anniversary.
And most importantly, he said “yes” when I asked him to marry me.
Gee, I hope I didn’t miss anything here. I’ve often wondered what dieties I’ve pleased to score such an EXCELLENT husband!
Patty Marvel, Luckiest Woman Alive
Mr. Ripley grinds the beans for my morning mug of coffee every night (so as to not wake me in the morning) and readies my coffee for me while I’m still asleep.
He shops for all the groceries and makes all the the evening meals. This started when I developed a chronic illness–but he became a better cook than I–so he continues.
I never have to fill my gas tank–Mr. Ripley sees to that and other pesky car maintenance issues, such as oil changes.
I work at home and Mr. Ripley works nearby, so we have lunch dates as often as we can. We have a school age child, and this eliminates the need to find a baby sitter.
I take prescription medication before I go to bed, and Mr. Ripley always makes sure I have a full glass of water to do so.
Mr. Ripley puts up with me. I don’t know of another man that could manage that!
Let me tell you about my ** LIONsob **
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One week after we started living together said yes when asked if my then 8 month old neice could live with us. From then until she was 5 years old he supported and treated her just like she was his own child. She called him Daddy, she is now 27 when she had her first child she gave him LIONsob’s real first name as the baby’s middle name.
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Hates and I mean really hates green olives, he doesn’t even like the smell of them, but he will buy them for me just because he knows I love them.
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Never complains if I have to stay with my Mom when she is sick.
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Shaved his beard, mustache and side burns off because my sister called him and told him I wanted him to before he came to the hospital to be with me in the delivery room when our son was born. I had only wanted the beard gone, but he did all of it because he thought it was what I wanted.
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Did his share of diaper duty, even if it was a poopy diaper
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Gets me drink, brings me a cigarette or a light any time I ask him to.
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Actually could not sleep well when I was in the hospital last year because the sound of my (very loud) snoring was missing
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Is the best lover I have ever had, he can make me climb the wall backwards by my toenails. He loves giving oral but getting it
isn’t something he is into. -
Gets me anything I ask for
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Helps me take care of our cockatiels and takes care of the cat.
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Never tells me I’m fat
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Always supports me in anything I want to do.
He’s a good husband and a good person I lucked out when I got him.
You are all incredibly fortunate people. My hubby did many of these things for me too. Most wonderful guy in the world for me, my sweetie.
I lost him way too young (35) to a sudden aneurysm, not all that long ago. So I am extra thrilled see people who appreciate who they have.
But have you told them so? recently? Like within the past hour? I can’t anymore. Do me a favor: Go and tell them you love them as soon as you read this message!
On Thursday, I was having troubles with the bank. All unasked, DanielWithrow hugged me, brought me a beer, and then went into the kitchen to make cookies. Yeah, he’s a keeper.
He will read out loud to me until I fall asleep at night.
In the mornings, he puts the kettle on for me.
He tells me really goofy jokes with no provocation.
He smilingly puts up with my parents’ wierdness.
He is always cutely eager for me to read books he likes so that we can talk about them.
The other morning as I was getting dressed for work, he said, “That outfit makes you look like a cool teacher. Hey, you are a cool teacher!” (I’m the education director at a museum.) Put me on top of the world.
I’ve got you all beat.
No matter how late it is, no matter how long ago Mrs. Clown packed it in, when I climb into bed she grabs my arm and pulls it around her waist.
You can’t fake it when your sound asleep…