Blake is very complimentary of me. He frequently tells me how beautiful I am and how lucky he is. I often catch him just looking at me with a pleasant look on his face. It doesn't matter if I'm in pajamas or dressed up nicely, he often lets me know he likes the way I look.
And while that's important and I'm certainly grateful, he also makes sure I know he's not just lucky because of how I look. He appreciates all of me.
We are the most polite Words With Friends competitors ever. We always congratulate the winner in the chat feature of the rematch and note really good moves. This extends to in person games too, including Jeopardy. (I really hope our newest cable package arrives tomorrow and works, unlike our first attempt. I miss recording and watching Jeopardy.) Our "What is..." are frequently punctuated by the other saying "Good job, babe!"
He always compliments my cooking. We're open and usually in agreement about how a particular dish could be improved, but he really enjoys everything I make. If he licks the plate, I really know I've done a good job.
It's easy to want to serve and love a person who is so appreciative and complimentary. Thanks, handsome!
This is his "Cheese, Grommit!" face, from a photo he sent me over text, probably being excited about me or us in some way.