Mine changes lightbulbs and takes spiders outside for me.

He puts up with me number one, and supports me in my horsey activities. He's quite disabled now but was always super handy and could fix or build just about anything. Now I do a lot more of the actual physical work under his knowledgible guidance.

He ploughs walking paths for me in the winter.

He asks my opinion on pretty much everything.

He smiles a lot.

He says thank you all the time.

He cooks.

He can talk to anyone, and likes to listen.

He’s quietly confident.

His forearms when he rolls up his sleeves.

He completely spoils me. He does the dishes, the laundry, the vacuuming, mows and weed whacks the lawn (which is extensive). He runs the snow blower in winter and the power washer in summer. He will make eggs for breakfast. He is self-sufficient. Though he won't cook a big meal, he can fend with what's in the freezer or manage on his own with say salmon cakes or kielbasa. I also can't throw anything out without him as he is the recycle master. He loves to be busy so anything I add to the 'honey do' list gets done. And yes he puts up with me and has forever. He's uber responsible and solid as a rock. Love you sweetie!

He is a fundamentally kind, decent person who loves me and our dogs - and does whatever he can to keep us all healthy/happy.

Again, I can't speak to a significant other, but the folks with whom I live. 😉 They make sure that when they fix a meal, that I'm there for it or save me some. Since we often work opposite hours, that's pretty tough. When the ice storm happened, they made sure to keep the house as warm as they could by making and sustaining the fire in the fireplace. If I ask for help with something, they'll just do it. I needed to get large branches off the porch roof, and I came home to it being removed. The list goes on. They're kind-hearted, they're just messy. Love them dearly❣️

He brings me coffee every morning.

He years ago sourced out daffodills for Valentines day as it is my favorite and the year I broke my leg on Valentines day when he had already brought home the arm load of daffodils that he always gets he went back to the grower and brought me a whole new bunch to the hospital in Seattle because I wasnt going to be able to enjoy the ones at home. Everyone kept coming by to see the masses of flowers. Smelled wonderful. When he is grumpy which is often I remind myself of how caring he can be.

He's the kindest and most giving person I know. I’m beyond fortunate to have been married to him for almost 49 years come November.💕

My SO survived a very difficult childhood, and worked a long, stressful career dealing with the public. He acknowledges the humanity in everyone he encounters. I’ve observed him interact with everyone from homeless drug addicts to wealthy elites. He treats each person with dignity, and he inspires me. On a personal level, he is appreciative, handy, and eats every meal I make him like it’s the best thing he ever ate. Except salmon. He won’t eat salmon.

Just a few reasons.....

He is a man of good morals.

He loves his family and demonstrates it daily.

He cooks. Not all the time, but when he does, it's always delicious.

He's a stand up guy.

His beloved and only brother passed away just a year ago, and he stepped up to help the sister-in-law to take care of his mowing business. Disposed via sales of everything, and never asked for a penny - even though it was rather costly in travel expenses.

I chose well. I hope he did too.

He listens to me. He pays attention to me (those are two different things to me).

He "reads" me. Such as when he shops, he might bring home a treat for me that I told him a childhood story about, because he really listened to me.

He kisses me and tells me how much he loves me many times a day. Sweeter yet, he SHOWS me how much he loves me every day.

He loves to hold hands.

He does most of the cooking. He cleans the litter boxes.

He's 74 and I'm 70, but we've only been married for 30 years.

He cares deeply for me, is totally non-judgemental of me, loves my family, is affectionate, a fantastic listener, has an incredible moral compass, is kind, and literally catches my tears with his fingers on my cheeks on the rare occassion that I cry.

There are some who've made comments in the past suggesting I have a husband. I'll just talk about my "partner" without giving it away.

I think the one simple factor for our long relationship is that we respect one another. We're different in many ways, we have some very different tastes and preferences. Neither of us is ever going to be exactly like the other. And we don't have to be.

Respecting each other means giving each of us time and space to do things the other may not always have an interest in. Or, going along sometimes as the compromise without having to pretend it was a shared choice. We do have many shared interests and since the beginning, including with all the complications of raising children, we've always been shockingly very like-minded about important decisions. We rarely disagree about the big things that matter. We've done a number of fairly involved remodelling projects and whether it was a matter of picking hardware and fixtures, picking layouts, picking colors and materials, there were never any disagreements. Decisions were jointly made but the choices each made in advance usually conformed with the other's view or didn't matter. No disputes or disagreements, ever, on such projects. That's pretty scary.

A time for everything - I do me, they do them, we do us. Whatever works and always with consideration and respect for the other person.

Aw Nina, that was so sweet. You made me mist up. 💜

Nina, you were luckier than most people to find your true mate. He was a handsome guy, and the corgis were too. So sorry you lost him so soon.

Reading these posts have given me a trip down my personal memory lane. A couple memories that surfaced I can share highlights of with you. They made me smile. The extended 3 day New Years Eve weekend that we did our first ever wallpapering project in our new built home. Just a small bath room, easy, right? Do you know how many corners & cuts those cabinets, the toilet & the doors have?? Not a good space to learn how to wallpaper. We lived to laugh about it and didn’t divorce over it. A few years prior to that he had taught me to drive. It’s another story about why I didn’t yet have a drivers license in my early 20’s. But, we survived my learning to drive on a stick shift and didn’t divorce over that one either. My husband is a person who doesn’t give up easily.

Oh my, firstly I'd like to say that I am thankful to hear so many stories of positive relationships! Sounds like a majority of us have/ had that true love thing going on. Jeff is my rock, my best friend and my conspirator in shenanigans! He literally ( and I mean literally) makes me laugh out loud every single day. He has many more amazing qualities, but that's my favorite!

Too many things to list. He washes and details my car, does many household chores that he knows I dislike, cleans up after dinner even if he cooked and loves me no matter what

He's a great dad. He never missed a school event, a piano recital, a swim meet.

He keeps friends forever. I cannot tell you how many people call him on his birthday. He's on the phone all day. Friends from kindergarten, even.

We have been married 55 years. He proposed on our second date and we eloped 3 months later . Feb 8 1971.

The other day we were talking about our dating experiences , discussion came up because of a word that was being discussed on the Home Decorating Convo side.

I said everyone I dated until I met him was a loser in one way or another . I made poor choices.

DH said, ” I didn’t date much but when I met you I felt it in my heart and that had never happened before.”

He has been the best life- mate . Our 42 yr old son died in tragic circumstances on May 11, 2020. May 10 th was Mother’s Day that year and it’s DH’s birthday .

We couldn’t have survived if we hadn’t had each other. We together make each other complete. c

“We couldn’t have survived if we hadn’t each other.”

Isn’t that the truth. A child dying goes against the natural order of things. And if it is your child, it throws things out of whack even more. I’m sorry that your son died. I am glad that you and your husband had/ have each other.

I’ll be married 50 years this August. My husband and I had a very short courtship, and a BIG three day Ukrainian wedding to keep his family happy. It didn’t matter to me how we got married. It was not important to me. A lot of people thought I must have been pregnant, but I wasn’t. We just hit it off really well. We’ve had an amazing life, and I still look forward to every day with him.

LOL, I’m drifting…

Anyhow, we went on to have two children. A boy and a girl. My son, Nathan, died at the age of 15 from an undiagnosed (until his sudden death) heart defect. My husband and I, and our 9 year old daughter were all watching a Grey Cup playoff game on TV with him when he collapsed and died.

Without the respect and love and strength of our marriage, I don’t know how I would have coped. We agreed that our main focus had to be our 9 year old daughter.

She’s grown up to be a lovely individual. The only sadness that I sometimes have is when she asks me something about Nathan because she just can’t remember. I am glad that we never tried to avoid the subject of death with her.

My husband is quietly confident, a great partner, an excellent father, and so much fun to be with. He still calls me his bride.

We’ve been fortunate in life.

@roxsolid ❤️

Still trailing and rox…such heart touching posts.🩷🩷

Hugs to you Rox.

My DH is sucking this year, but so is the rest of my baseball team.

”i wonder what he must think of me living with giant dogs because all we ever had were corgis.”

Ninapearl, based on your post I’ve no doubt he’d love those giant sweeties, too!💕

LoneJack, you always make me laugh!

You’re a real chick magnet. 🐣

Same here, LoneJack!😂

I’m assuming you were referring to the Royals? I always root for them unless they’re playing our Dodgers…who have a pretty good DH and team!

@chloebud same, there's no doubt in my mind he would have loved them. not long before he died, he promised me that he would send me a dane and i would know for sure that it was hand picked by him. he always signed his sticky notes with a 💙.

fast forward a few months and i heard from rescue that they had a perfect dane for me. imagine my utter delight when i met ashley for the first time. i didn't have to look hard before i found his sign, throughout his illness gary would tell me that it broke his heart to have to leave me...

through tears, i couldn't help but laugh when i saw he had put a perfectly broken heart right on her butt. he had such a sense of humor!

”…he had put a perfectly broken heart right on her butt.”

That’s just amazing!💙