One of many reasons

So there are countless reasons that I think my husband is perfection. He does so much that sometimes I feel like I should be embarrassed about how little it leaves me to do.

Of all the amazing and wonderful things he does, and I'm not kidding it's a lot, my favorite thing is that he makes the bed. I have an issue with sleeping on wrinkly sheets and since we both toss and turn all night the bed doesn't stay very crisp for very long. I mean, really, is there anything better than getting into a fresh, crisp bed with sheets straight from the dryer? I say... nope. Can't think of a thing that I like more.

He doesn't complain about it, he doesn't make fun of me for not being able to sleep on wrinkled sheets. He just strips the bed and does his thing... and it's a beautiful thing.