But he also has the most random assortment of what he calls "skills of a misspent youth."
- Family tech support - he knows pretty much everything about computers, iPhones and anything with an on button
- He can break into anything in under a minute. Suspicious.
- Pensmanship. He has 4 distinct fonts. All better than my handwriting.
- Amazing cook. I don't know why he puts up with my basic and unimpressive cooking when everything he makes is 100x more delicious.
- Fencing. Not sure why. But he's crazy good at it.
- Building/fixing things.
- Ability to rattle off sports statistics (mostly baseball) for obscure players 10 years ago.
- Great with babies, kids and puppies. Drool-worthy, you guys.
The Beard is the King of Birthdays.
The last two weeks have been awesome because he hit it out of the park once again. Not only with thoughtful gifts (new scriptures to replace my high school seminary copies that are falling apart and read "Danica Anne Budge", a Yoda bobblehead, iPad keyboard, to name a few) but with the way he makes me feel special. I got cute emails from him throughout the day, and even though that day was stressful and exhausting I was so excited to come home and have fun with him.
He carried around all the gifts from my awesome family around the mall while I found a pair of pants to replace a crotch-hole pair (the worst).
He turned on The Office for me and set up my new keyboard, and even let me nap!
He got tickets for us to see Thriller - which is huge. The Beard doesn't relish the theater. It's pushing it to get him to go to a movie, let alone people jumping around in tights IN PERSON. But he knew I had wanted to see it and just came through.
It was awesome and we had so much fun, even if we had to fight about parking (always). :)
I love the Birthday King.
Even if he didn't believe me that I'm 23 now.