I'm not going to beat around the bush here: My wife has secret super powers.
I first had an inkling that something was not quite right about her when we first met. She was just a little bit too kind, too friendly - a little bit too caring, and it made me uncomfortable.
Surely it wasn't possible for one person to care about so many people in a real way? It was strange and frankly, I didn't trust it.
But now, after 10 years of marriage, I've realised the truth. Just like Superman's ability to fly, Spider-man's ability to sense danger, and Iron Man's ability to...um...be rich, my wife has the ability to make a real, deep, connection with any living creature almost instantly.
I've seen it happen with babies and adults and kids and kittens and puppies. All are drawn to her warm glow like moths.
To be fair, this is a knife that cuts both ways, because just as these individuals connect to her, she connects to them and feels for them. That means that she truly misses a dog she's looked after for like day, or really feels the pain when our children are feeling a little bit sad for themselves. Her super power is also her Kryptonite (oh, and rats too).
10 years ago I succumbed to this power too. Oh, I say that like I'm some victim, which could not be further from the case. What I mean is that 10 years ago, she chose to use the full force of her powers just for me, and I've been benefiting from that decision since.
It has not always been easy - nothing that lasts is, and I have definitely pushed her super powers to it's limits...but here we are, and I couldn't be happier.
Happy 10th Anniversary, my Super Hero Wife.