I have an amazing husband.

I think I have the best husband in the world.

He knows that I haven't the slightest idea how to be a wife and he helps me improve. He asks me to do things that most wives do without thinking and then is still nice me when I forget to do them.

Some people would say that he's nice to me because we're still newlyweds. I've known enough newlyweds to know that's not always the case.

Our disagreements are short and usually end in jokes and/or tickle fights.

He is gentle and calming when I start crying in the middle of the night.

He eats my failed attempts at new food and offers very helpful tips and advice for future attempts. He almost always encourages me to make future attempts.

He wants to buy me any and every kitchen gadget I might ever want to use - and is willing to buy the good stuff.

He complains that he doesn't make enough money to buy me every little thing my heart desires.

He appreciates my willingness and ability to make most of the things we can't afford (and some things we can) and to buy the cheapest versions of things we do buy.

He readily makes adjustments for my medical problems and often asks what I need to make things easier for me. He also encourages me to take the medications I hate taking.

He physically carries me. One time because I was sore and limping. Another time he wanted to carry me because my shoe had broken but I finally convinced him that I could walk just fine under my own power.

He asks to cuddle with no ulterior motives.

When I told him he was going to get his Christmas gift after Christmas, he looked at me with all seriousness and said, "I already got my Christmas gift. I don't need anything else." The gift he was talking about was me.

Sorry ladies, he's taken. :-)