This is my favorite houseguest.
If you had a living legend regularly sleeping downstairs, he would probably be your favorite, too.
But it's not his legend-ness that makes me happy to see him. In fact, we grew up in the same state and I had never heard of him until I moved to California.
What I love about him is that he is one of the best souls I've ever been in a room with.
He cares about things. Including my daughter. He cares about her a lot.
And my husband. He and my husband care about each other immensely, in a sensitive and not-weird way.
One time I came home from an errand and found our frequent houseguest in the living room with the baby.
"Where's my husband?"
"He's at the gym."
This houseguest, he is someone to trust. It's a mutual feeling, I guess.
We trust him with our daughter. He trusts us with his life story.