Well, my wife Jakeline introduced me to the Dope, which I think easily outdoes any of your SOs. Suckers. 
In addition, she’s my best friend, she’s put up with me and stuck by me through some rough times, she is more supportive than anyone could possibly ask for, she makes sacrifices on my behalf, she shows in big and little ways that she’s constantly thinking of me, she has a sharp and biting wit (and she’s still extremely funny when she isn’t even using it), she’s exposed me to so much since I met her(especially culinarily)…blah blah blah.
Oh, and she doesn’t realize it, but she’s beautiful. There is no smile like hers, no laugh like hers. And she always smells good. 
She’s MINE, I tell you!
My husband looks like a bad boy with his huuuge rippling pecs, perpetual five o’clock shadow, ass-length hair, motorcycle, mean-ass Jackson guitar, tight jeans, and arrogant swagger.
But he’s in law school, extremely loyal and polite, and he doesn’t realize any woman but me exists. Also, my grandmother inexplicably adores him, and she’s stuck in 1948. If Grandma, my personal Lord and Savior likes him, he must be the best guy ever. And he is! He’s my lover, my rival (good lord we’re competitive), my partner in crazy Goonie adventures, and my soulmate.
My SO is wonderful. He always surprises me with thoughtful gifts, and hides sappy cards around for me to find.
He’s being amazingly supportive of me during a very trying time in my life, and has basically ‘brought me back to life’ after a very dark and lonely period.
He even tolerates my taste in music. 
I treasure our moments together.