This is my husband, Jonathan.
Sometimes I get very mad at him. The sad part is that I can never stay mad at him for more than two seconds because when he realizes that I am mad at him, he tells me that I can't be mad at him any more, because he is perfect, and being mad at him is a sin. Then I laugh. And usually hit him with whatever is in my hand. (Yes, I am from a family who hits. But not hard.)
He makes me laugh every single day. This is, I think, an essential quality to have in a mate. If he didn't make me laugh, then I would probably cry a whole lot more, and I do not need to cry more than I already do. (Believe me.)
He always makes me happy. He smells really good and goes shopping with me with no complaints whatsoever. When I ask him what he wants for dinner, he asks me what I want for dinner, and then thoroughly acts excited about anything I say. He cuddles with me and puts up with being almost crowded out of bed every morning.
He really is perfect (for me). Thank you, God, for my Jonny.