My Best Friend

This is Josh.

He's my cool husband (not that I have an uncool husband).

He's really good-looking and he wears cool clothes.

He is my best bud, I'd rather hang out with him than anyone.

He can do backflips.

Name a band and he can tell you all the members' names, when they got together, other bands that any members may have been a part of, titles and lyrics to their songs, where they record, what brand of guitars they use, where they stole that drum beat from, and lots of other useless knowledge about them.

This is him with the band Leeland and Mike Donehey from Tenth Avenue North

He has the best sense of humor. He makes me laugh. A lot.

He likes to shop. More than I do.

He loves God.

He loves people.

He knows an exorbitant amount about theology and church history.

And also about superheroes.

He thinks he has super-powers.

No really.

He's good with kids.

He plays sports.

He tags out the evangelist at Youth Camp.

He snowboards.

And rips a coracoclavicular ligament doing so.

He sews, he catches criminals, he once caught a missing person, he also has worked with the Secret Service, he landscapes, does graphic design, he preaches, the band Of The Son wanted him to join, he plays guitar and piano, he sings, he writes and records music, he fixes cars, he cleans house...

And he loves me.