It's because he teaches my boys that they must always treat girls as though they are princesses. It's because of his smile, and that dimple that I adore so much. It's because he is my teddy bear that lets me put my freezing cold feet on him at night when I am cold. It's because he works hard every day and struggles to provide what his family not only needs, but what we want as well.
It's because he's been there for the labor and delivery of all 8 of our children. It's because of how much he adores our children.
I love my husband because he sits through "chick-flicks" with me, and hugs me when I 'm sad. It's because he prays with us at the table every time we sit down to eat, or because of his desire to always do right. It's certainly not because he's perfect. It's because he suffers through books with me like "Twilight" and "Little House", and because he makes breakfast (and most other meals) on the weekends. He helps with laundry and housework when ever he is home.
I love my husband because he is my best friend. He gets angry when I am wronged and encourages me when I am down. He supports, comforts me, prays with me, and listens to me.