It's always little things; but little things that he wouldn't do for anybody else. Like cooking my bacon separately because the other pan has mushrooms in it as well, and he knows I don't like mushroom juice on my bacon.
During our movie last night he told me that if I fell behind during a rage zombie apocalypse, he'd come back for me, even if it meant we'd die horribly, because at least we'd die horribly together.
Romantic? I thought so
Best thing he's ever said to me was just after DD was born, I was still covered in blood and fluids, leaning on the wall panting and he whispered that I'd never looked more amazing.
He's just generally great to me. Always taking care of me, buying my favourite foods, making me hot chocolates, rubbing my back when we're watching tv, keeping my company.
Best recent thing he did for me was buying a calendar while he was in the city and marking the date we're starting TTC. He said we can use it to keep track of when I test, and "womanly things like cycles and flows and stuff"
A good effort at being fully involved