He holds my hand, whenever, wherever. Unless they're sweaty, or the game's in triple overtime, then I'm on my own.
I have full access to any glass of beer in his hands, but not before he takes that first whiff of aroma and describes all it's notes to me in detail.
I know he shows he's a beer snob when he asks for the beer menu at restaurants, scoffs at the list of adjunct lagers, and bluntly asks for a Coke. But it's so darn cute!
He will brave the elements and terrible drivers to go out and forage for me the perfect stout. Though there are also several NEIPAS and sours for himself, he makes sure I get something amazing. I am currently obsessed with Beer Tree'sFika. I love me a good milk stout!
He gives no judgement when I slam that 7.9% milk stout just for the flavor and the buzz. He knows what I am going through right now; my Good Beer Husband understands my dysfunctional family dynamics.
Yay though I walk through the valley of endless choices at the beverage center, I will fear no sub-par brew, for my husband, he is always, right over there, at the tap, chatting up the employees and getting the skinny on the best current beers and ciders available.