My husband's writing makes me happy.
I've been told on occasion that I'm a decent writer. Professionally speaking, maybe - I can crank out a business letter like nobody's... um... business. I'm a little more lax on the blog-and-email front (as evidenced my the myriad ellipses, dashes and parenthetical blurbs I spew forth on a postly basis), but on business-type stuff... well, let's just say you don't want to hand me a business letter and a red pen at the same time. Poor spelling and grammar make the Baby Jesus cry.
That's all well and good, but real writing? Writing that makes the reader feel alive? I can't even begin to fantasize about holding a candle to my husband.