He takes care of me. He gives me more than I give Him. All I give Him is me. He gives me so much more. He gives me Him.
He cheers me up when I'm down.
He talks me through tough spots.
He gives support when I need it.
He knows what I need before I know I need it.
He gives me His time. I value, appreciate, and cherish that. There's no way I can thank him sufficiently either. When He only has 10 minutes, He gives me an hour... or two.
He makes me smile when I want to cry (thankfully, because I detest crying.)
He takes care of me.
I'm lucky. Very, very lucky.