I am lucky enough that I married a man that I like and respect as well as love. He supports me in everything I do and at the times I feel unlovable and unworthy he loves me anyway and that lets me know on a bone deep level that I am ok.
His strengths are his honesty and kindness. He loves far flung history facts, his parents, and us. He drinks beer, works outside, can fix just about anything and is frugal. I call it cheap, but with a smile and a hug. He will think and rethink a purchase to the point of frustration, but once he makes up his mind about something it is hard to change it.
His weaknesses are junk and perfectionism. He can't bear to throw anything away because he might need it someday and sometimes I feel I am living in a junkyard. But at the same time he is often right when something breaks and he has just the right thing to fix it, or another one to replace it. His perfectionism can cause him to refuse to finish a project and sometimes he prefers to do nothing rather than doing it wrong.
Everyone that meets him likes him, and he will is helpful and an all around good person. The world doesn't have enough of those type of people and the world and especially this family is lucky to have him in it.
