Immeasurably, that’s how much I love and adore my beloved of 50 years.
Yes, INDEED he has super powers!
His powers are:
Listening to everything I say, no matter how trivial, and remembering.
Unequaled tolerance of my quirks and flaws.
Standing by me in the toughest of times with devotion, focus and strength. Being supportive and loving 99.8% of the time (hey, that’s a big super power).
The ability to admit mistakes. That’s a unique one - saying I was wrong is HARD!
Learning how to apologize - I did teach him this. Instead of I’m sorry you feel that way, which is disowning responsibility, he now understands that you need to own up and say I’m sorry I MADE YOU feel that way, or I’m sorry I said or did that, or sorry I hurt you. Trust me, it’s a GREAT super power.
Intense thoughtfulness and consideration for my feelings, needs and emotional balance. Always being there for me, asking if he can help, and often helping me without my asking.
Making enough time for me just about any time I need him for just about anything, and always volunteering to help me. As an example, I often fall asleep later than he does, and often get the back itchies as I finally lay down to go to sleep or when I get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. He insists I should wake him up any time - of course, I don’t, but knowing that if I did he’d be happy to oblige is enough for me.
Voicing his love and affection for me readily and frequently, showing me appreciation and love.
He reads my mind as I read his and we can finish each other’s sentences and know each other as one. We have apparently both taken the Biblical command to cleave to each other as one to heart. That’s not to say that we are the same, not at all, that we don’t have some differing interests, just that we co-exist on a deeper, higher spiritual level as one.
I could probably add a couple more, but these are the biggies.