There isn't anyone I'd rather be with unpacking a car at a campsite on a Saturday afternoon. There isn't anyone I'd rather swat mosquitos with.
If I'm going to stumble upon an old cemetery, you are the single person in the world I want next to me.
If I'm going to eat a veggie burger cooked at aforementioned campsite, I want you to have been the chef.
If I see a red eft, I want you to be with me.
If I get dive-bombed by a goshawk, I want you to be with me.
And if I'm waking up early Sunday morning to hour after hour of torrential rain, rain that kept us bored, sticky, and tent-bound until late morning-- I would rather be bored, sticky, and tent-bound with you.