...when he agrees with me about how to parent, how to live life in general, what's wrong w/the world, etc., and sometimes says it better than I could.
...when he tells me what a good person I am.
...when I'm feeling ordinary or even ugly and he's suddenly looking at me like I'm the sexiest thing in the world.
...when he tells me my idea is terrific.
...when he's all excited about some new thing he can make from Legos.
...when he makes necklaces for me (not from Legos!).
...when I'm sick and he sits on the foot of the bed talking w/me even tho he really doesn't like being around sick people.
...when he admires a photo I've taken.
...when I initiate sex but my body's not cooperating, and he takes as much time as necessary to get me ready without complaining a bit!
...when he brags to people about how I make good spaghetti sauce.
...when I'm not satisfied w/something I've done and he convinces me that it's pretty good--like when I tie-dyed a bunch of fabric without any instructions
and it came out a lot runnier-looking than I was expecting, but he claimed he's always preferred runny-looking tie-dye.
...when he doesn't get annoyed w/me for calling him at work to ask the same question about programming the VCR for the kajillionth time.
...when he cooks for me even tho he's not hungry right now.
...when he's snuggling me w/my head on his chest.