he's a real man. not a lumber-jack-type with a long beard and that has a bird's nest in it... but a man in character.
i remember when we first met and the garbage in my apartment was overflowing and he, in the midst of our conversation, walked over and cleaned it up and when we left, took it to the dumpster. at first i thought it was a clever way to catch my attention, but after 3.2 years, guess what? it's who he is. he volunteers. he carries things and lends tools and gives rides and changes tires. he never leaves a project unfinished. if i tell him i am planning on hanging something on the wall when i find a nail to do it, i'll come back into the room, and it's hung perfectly. without so much as a level or studfinder. jealous yet?
you should be.
because, he is also a family man. he loves being a dad. he loves it when i leave and he is the sole parent because the two of them just totally rock out. he loves making creative (sometimes strange) meals for our toddler, he lives for those mornings when we all wake up at the same time and pull gage into bed with us.
he doesn't do things so that other people will praise him, which is amazing in a world where it sometimes seems like everyone, to the point of deception, is trying so hard to make everyone else think that they are better or richer or skinnier than they actually are. it doesn't even enter his mind to care what people think. i love that.
like captain wentworth in 'persuasion',
"i must learn to brook being happier than i deserve"
cause my one and only is a good, good man.