Exhibit A:
He made me a homemade birthday cake from scratch (no box cake mix and tub frosting in sight). 
Even if it wasn't the most beautiful cake in the world. And even if he just wrote "Happy Birthday!" and I had to remind him that it would be nice if my name was on it. And even if I did have to clean up the kitchen afterwards. It was the thought that counted. And, it was delicious!
Exhibit B:
He snuggles my dog.
I rest my case.
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