Little things your SO does for you that you find endearing

Thanks Lib for putting this one out there for us.

He makes up games for us to play together, and they’re always fun.

When an unpleasant situation occurs that is out of our control, he laughs at it right along with me. Car broke down in the middle of nowhere and it’s pouring down rain? Not only is it funny, it’s an adventure.

When he’s in a deep sleep and I roll over in bed, he always says “you’re really pretty”, or “I love you sooo much”.

Any time I have have a spurt of creativity, he encourages it. Even though he knows from experience that the project will never be completed, and that the checking account will be considerably depleted.

He always has the right thing to say in a tough situation. Sometimes it doesn’t feel like the right thing at the time, but it always is in retrospect.

He still makes up stories for me at bed time, and I still fall asleep halfway through.

His thought process is unlike that of anyone I’ve ever met before. He keeps me on my toes, and continually amazes me.

He does things for my mother. Unasked.

He does things for his mother. Unasked.

When my grandfather wanted to know if he could come live with us in our tiny house, his reply was “of course he can”.

Any time one of my older relatives move, he’s always there packing and moving their stuff.

Last week I woke up late one morning and as a result, the kids got to school late. When our daughter told us that she’d have to stay after school the next day for being tardy, all he said was “Well, it wasn’t her fault, let’s go and stay late with her”. This made our daughter’s friends jealous, but elevated our status to uber-cool in our daughter’s eyes. (Seventh grade detention isn’t nearly as daunting when you’re 35 as it is when you’re 12.)

I think he’s excellent and he thinks he’s adequate, which makes him that much more endearing. You see, he’s always trying to do better, and he’s just so damn humble.

MR NVME does many things but here are a couple.

He does all the laundry, folds, hangs up and puts away- for a family of five.

Writes out all the bills

Is the gas fairy for both vehicles

Lets me sit at his computer for the SDMB even though my computer is 5 feet away

Puts the dishes in the washer

Tells me to go out with the girls and have a good time.

Loves me even when I am a hell hound PMS irritating banshee.

He brags about me to his friends and relatives. And sometimes quotes me.

Our sleep cycles differ slightly, and I generally go to bed an hour or two before Mr. Armadillo. I discovered once that he very gently comes in to bed and kisses my face when I’m asleep. One night, I woke up slightly–just enough to realize it was happening, then fell straight back into sleep. I’ve noticed a couple times since, but I’ve never mentioned to him that I know. Somehow, it’s nice to let him keep his secret :slight_smile:

Also, I have to echo one of Ayesha’s. Mr. Armadillo detests olives, to the point at which he can find no words to accurately describe his revulsion. But he puts them on my dinner salad every night with a fork and his own lil hands. The fact that he’s even willing to get that close to the jar for me is quite a sacrifice.

Little green spanish olives, even, so he has to fish them out of a jar. It’s special :slight_smile:

Oh, oh, one more. When he hears me washing dishes, he always comes sprinting in, having dropped whatever he was doing, to help dry them. Never have I asked this of him.

He doesn’t ignore me or leave me alone for weeks on end like my last two ex-s did!

He often makes me a cup of tea in the morning.
When I make him a cup of tea, he compliments me on my tea-making. “This is an excellent cup of tea, my lovely. You make a very good tea”
He makes up silly songs to amuse me. Actually, he does it to amuse himself, but it amuses me greatly as well.
He always does the washing up.
He gives good back rubs.
He has taught me to putt, and we have indoor putting competitions on the living room carpet.
He lets me light the charcoal grill.

Sends me cute little things in the post, like stickers, or cards he knows I’ll like.

Talks to me every night on the phone (for hours) - and puts up with me getting depressed and worrying about stuff.

Makes up cute stories about my cuddly toys having adventures for me to listen to as I fall asleep. (I always fall asleep before the end, and he doesn’t mind telling me again in the morning).

Looks after me when I’m ill.

Spends a fortune on train fares…

Buys me little things that I like - mainly soft toys that I fall in love with.

Introduced me to lots of ‘his’ music and ‘his’ books, which I now love, even though I was reluctant to be introduced to them.

Gives the best cuddles in the world.

Makes me laugh.

Does my all the washing up (including my flatmates) when he is over. Makes my bed and tidies up when I am having a shower.

Helped me revise for my exams, even though he was also working for his, and let me quote endless boring facts at him.

Tells me I’m beautiful.

Understands what I mean when I talk in my own made-up words. Also understands what I mean/am trying to say when I can’t explain properly.

Puts up with the fact that I always wake up before him, and can’t go back to sleep and that even though I tell him I’m going back to sleep I tend to wriggle until he also is awake…

Tells me frequently that he loves me, calls me special girl - and makes me happier than I thought possible.:slight_smile:

When I drink wine, I get chatty. I’ll go on and on about unimportant shit, and she’ll sit there looking deeply into my eyes with a smile on her face, letting me ramble.

Da spouse does lots of cool things for me:

Pumps up the tires on my vehicles (bike, motorcycle, car), and makes sure the motorcycle battery’s topped up. He even washed it for me yesterday.

Takes my car to get it washed and gassed up.

Buys me cute little toys just because I like them.

Gets involved with all my hobbies, even when “getting involved” just means following me around and carrying some of my stuff, or listening to me babble on about my latest obsession.

Buys me a fun and relevant present when I take up a new hobby (for example, I just started playing ice hockey as a goalie and he bought me a goalie stick).

Makes up stories with me.

Understands what I mean when I point at something and go “ah?”

Most of all, though, I love the way he is with our three cats. Seeing him lying on the couch with Meep curled up under his arm and a little grin on his face never fails to make me melt, and it’s just cool how much he loves them and is kind to them. I’ve told him this before, and his response is always, “Who wouldn’t want to be good to these cats?”

Yeah, I’ve got a keeper. Coming up on 15 years now we’ve been married. :slight_smile:

My girlfriend will try not to wake me up in the morning, even though she can’t help it and wakes up earlier than I do.

She posts me cute pictures and cards full of lovely things written in them.

She seems to like that I at least try to help cheer her up when she is sad, even if I don’t really acheive much.

She sends me messages out of the blue telling me that she loves me.

She makes up pet names for me.

She makes me feel special, and loved.

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