My husband is a kind and compassionate man. I remember on Yom Kippur, I admitted to him all the hundreds of lies I made up to him for attention, and although surprised, he hugged me and said "it's ok, everyone deserves a second chance." And kissed the top of my head. now he understands my bad habits, and throughout the day I admit to him when I'm lying. And instead of being angry or telling me off, he nods patiently and says "good, this is good for you." He tells me app the time that he loves me for me. He works so hard by my side, to ensure we will fund his college, and fund our house we will build. When I roll around on the bed throwing a tantrum like a brat about being overwhelmed by a sound, or a change in schedule, he holds me close and whispers everything is ok. He always lends a gentle and patient listening ear. He prays with me, and prays for me, and is a man of God and I can tell the spirit of God is in him. He brings me flowers and roses, and is kind. He brings me gifts, and always tries to make up after fights. We play together, and go to the garden with me, or the woods, and we swing on the swings. We talk on the phone to each other all day when we are at work holding our sign. He always tells me how pretty I am and how he cherishes me. I am always learning new things about him, like that he's a good writer, or he's good at chess, or is great with a bow and arrow. He is sentimental and every place we have had a good time means sinsometh to him. He always thanks me when I cook for him. He is always ready to defend me when someone insults me. He loves my poems and songs and always wants to hear them. I love to play Chase and hide and seek with him. I love my kind and compassionate husband. He watches Disney tangled with me, or sometimes mlp.
He also makes me omlettes and I love talking about raising our future kids names with him, and I love how he shows me songs that reminds him of me. He always wants to buy me this pet, or this doll, or this flower plant. Even though I typically decline because finances, it still means a lot to me. I remember having a bad dream where, I couldn't find him and I was stranded on an island, I woke up crying out his name and he came and hugged me and told me everything is ok
