So I have this really neat husband (that I TOTALLY love) named Collin.
A few of the reasons I think he is neat are as follows:
He plays a mean guitar.
This is his cheap "leave-it-out-to-play-during-commercial-breaks" guitar. He has a few. He would have had more but he sold a few to buy my engagement ring. What a team player.

He is pretty handy.
He installed this gate to keep the dogs out of the living room. I love it.

He stands cool.
Is that weird to love the way your husband stands? I don't know what it is about it, but I remember one of the first things I noticed when I met him was "he stands cool."

There are more. Many, many, MANY more. But those are the ones that
correspond with pictures I have.