My wife Valentina was born on Valentine's Day. Yes, she picked the name herself and a superpower along with it. She remembers every birthday, every anniversary, every date that matters. My mom's birthday. My friend's anniversary. Even the birthday of my mom's cousin's wife from another country I didn't know existed.
Me? I find out someone's birthday when “Happy Birthday” posts start showing up in my feed. Usually yesterday. I'm that guy.
And gifts? Every group chat goes the same way. We know he loves hiking, she loves cooking, their dog's name and probably their Netflix password. Somehow, after an hour of texting, we end up with an Amazon gift card and a bottle of whiskey. Everyone agrees just to make it stop.
I got tired of being that guy. So I built the thing Valentina's brain does, but for the rest of us.
Valentina still has her superpower. Now I have mine.