Happy birthday David! I love you!
For everyone else–if the thought of a disgustingly sentimental post turns your stomach (and I totally don’t blame you), scroll down to laugh at his silly photos and check out the video at the end. It’s worth it, I promise.
The first time I met David it was at a game night that Kim (our current temporary roommate) was hosting. We sat across from each other as we played Arkham and we spent most of the time being a little bored (it’s a slow paced game) and making faces at each other. At the end of the night, we were walking home on the same route and decided to get sandwiches from the 24hour grocery store. A year later we admitted to each other that neither of us were hungry, we just didn’t want to stop talking to each other. Not a whole lot has changed on that front, except we don’t have to eat unless we want to. These photos are from last summer when I took David to the most amazing Cuban sandwich shop in Ballard. They crack me up and I realized I never shared them, so what better day than Celebrate David Day, right?
Yeah. Celebrate David Day. I’m totally serious about it, because it’s David’s birthday, and I can not think of a person I’m more excited to celebrate. I do try to keep most of the mushy stuff off the blog, because ugh who wants to hear it besides him. He’s a pretty awesome guy, though, and so very very deserving of a mushball post. Last week was pretty full of lamesauce, which only adds to the amazingness of David. He’s a constant force of love and support in my world, and in a very selfish way, I just don’t know what I’d do without him. I love how effortless it is to be with him, because who wouldn’t want to be with someone who is constantly making you laugh, listening to all your ridiculous ideas, and building new theories about the world with you?
Now for some fun David facts. Did you know that David is absolutely in love with any and everything bread related? Cake, sandwiches, cupcakes, cinnamon rolls, and especially donuts–he noms them all. Freud and I would agree that his mother is to blame for this, but I’ll say it’s because his mom is the most amazing baker I’ve ever met. The saddest part of a gluten-free, egg-free life was that she stopped mailing us tins of cookies. He really has an amazing mom, and not just because of her mad baking skillz. She’s instilled some amazing and essential habits in him, like patiently waiting in a craft store. She’s an expert quilter so David grew up spending quite a bit of time hanging out in fabric and craft stores. The woman raised her son right.
Another silly David fact–his hair is not the product of an edgy stylist, but actually the product of the five cowlicks on his head. Yeah, five. And I’m just guestimating, people. That cute and dramatic swoop in the front that looks like a part? It’s just a monolithic cowlick. His hair has no understanding of parts. It does what it wants and it will give zero fucks! Also, I might have his hair on the brain because I gave him a haircut a few days ago. I would show you pictures but it was a test run and a trim so I hardly took anything off and THANKFULLY you can’t even tell it was cut at all. It’s a good thing he’s not a lawyer or a newsanchor though because his hair would not be willing to play that kind of role.
David is a goofball. He is hilarious and silly, and not just when he’s trying to be. He’s a total weirdo, really, but that’s just perfect for me. He’s also compassionate. He love with his whole heart, and in such an unsinkable and steady way that it blows my mind sometimes. It’s a total cliche, I know, but he’s my anchor when things start going cattywonkus and storms start brewing in my head. I think everyone in the world deserves to have a David, but this one is definitely all mine. Happy birthday, monsieur, and many, many more!And because David is the reason for my love of Bob Ross, and because his own love of Bob Ross goes so deeply, I’ll leave you with this video. It’s guaranteed to make your day shine a little brighter (but not in a gross omg-summer-is-way-too-effing-hot way)