This guy. My husband. He's incredibly supported of all my crazy photography dreams. He puts up with my crazy schedule, time spent at my little loft/studio downtown. The weekends I'm away shooting weddings all over the state.
He's let me drag him around abandoned buildings in bad neighborhoods on weekend mornings, (when most people are thinking about where to go for brunch.)
He's also my editor. A photo isn't done until I show it to him and get his critique. He's a tough critic, so when he loves a photo I feel like I've hit a home run. (Except that I hate sports and wish I had a better analogy.)
I could not be doing this without him.
In fact, he is responsible for my getting back into photography. 3 years ago he bought me a little macro/fish eye/wide angle lens for my iPhone. I suddenly remembered how much I loved photography. 3 years later, I now shoot on professional gear. Going from a little iPhone lens to a full frame Nikon camera happened fast.
So really it's his fault!