He lives this new life we built everyday. He used to be a heavy drinker and smoked pot, he hasn't touched a cigarette or pot in 7 years, we both drink VERY occasionally (we could have a 4 pack of Boddingtons in the fridge for 3 months, lol). That, and working as hard as he does, his dependability, his trust for me, coming home in the evening and being involved with the kids and then still finding some time to hang with me and have FUN, being involved instead of hunching in front of the TV-that shows me that I'm worth it.....that he loves us in a big way. That, to me, is very cool. He supports me when I want to do something but am a little scared of it (like going to school, or relearning math that I haven't used in decades, or whatever). But as for little things he might do.....I love how if I'm feeling fried or have had a hard week, he'll say "Hey----you go get a pedicure or massage, hide in the library (something I like to do)...I'm going to take the boys off your hands this afternoon". He sometimes brings me flowers or a card, sometimes writes me a little note or a poem, or he may bring home a coke (I love coke but don't keep them in my house because I might accidentally drink 6 in a day). I like how if we're watching our show together, he'll absentmindedly grab my foot to massage it, or stroke my hair. Also, every evening when he's leaving work he calls and says "Do you want me to pick up anything on my way home?" so that I don't have to make a 6pm run to the store with the boys, just for milk or whatever. We're big on teamwork. Those are nice ways to show me he loves me. He's groovy. :)