I love him...

because he tried to fix my car last night (because whatever part of the car that controls the dispersion of windshield wiper fluid is not currently functioning) in spite of the fact that it was about 15 degrees, he has a terrible cold and had his first final in the morning. Oh yeah, and he had to fit his 6' 4" body beneath Lola's steering wheel in order to locate her fuse box, which was quite a feat. Yup, I'm pretty sure I have the most amazing husband in the universe.