Well...
He's not perfect, he's a wonderfully flawed man who adores me, and I love him likewise. With him I can be simly myself, flaws, issues and all, and he can simply be himself. Love is not blind, love is acceptance.
Are there days I wondered how I ended up with him? Sure, I'm not always easy to live with either.
Then there are night like last night, when I laid there listened to him breathe and slowly cuddled into his side, so I didn't wake him.
Sure he can be a large somewhat stinky man who can't find a laundry hamper, but he's my large, clusmy, geeky man.
In the end that's what matters.