For my birthday my husband learned to cook and is cooking one day a week for me. But he only likes to do fancy dishes. So we end up with weird obscure things in the refrigerator.

The reason I met my husband was because I remembered a friend's birthday. The moral of the story is: Remember people's birthdays.

A friend never defends a husband who gets his wife an electric skillet for her birthday.

I have the best husband in the world. He's very involved.

Nobody until very recently would have thought that their husband was supposed to be their best friend confidante intellectual soul mate co-parent inspiration.

I think the best thing I can do is to be a distraction. A husband lives and breathes his work all day long. If he comes home to more table thumping how can the poor man ever relax?

I think what makes our marriage work amid all the glare is that my husband is my best friend. He inspires everything in my life and enables me to do the best that I can. I want to hang out with him more than anyone.

My husband and I are best of friends first and foremost. We fight like cats and dogs but never stay mad for long. I was lucky to find him he is in every way my soulmate.

It's not beauty but fine qualities my girl that keep a husband.

Beauty n: the power by which a woman charms a lover and terrifies a husband.