September 1st (this past Wednesday) was my 25th Birthday. Jason actually took the day off and we went with some friends to the Minnesota State Fair (recap soon). I told Jason that getting to have fried pickles on my birthday is basically the most perfect thing ever. And it was. :-)
The night before, right before I went to bed, I thought that I should take a screen shot of my phone the minute I was born. My birth-minute. So, imagine me, laying in bed at around 2am (at that point it was my Birthday already, and I totally didn't even realize because I was too tired. Ha!) Anyway, there I am, exhausted, trying to set the alarm on my phone for 1:10pm. Then I got all confused and frustrated because, "wait, I was born on the East Coast. That means I was born at 1:10pm on the East Coast, which is 12:10pm here. But wait, if I set it for 12:10pm I will only have a minute to take the screen shot, so I should set it for 12:09pm... or was it 1:09pm? Oh man, I am so tired."
Anyway, here it is, I think. :-)
(I made the iPhone background for my sister last year and thought it made sense for me to use since it was, you know, my Birthday. :-)
So, the next morning I wake up and Jason is gone to the gym. I reach over to check the time on my phone that is on my nightstand and I see that something is wrong there. There is paper, or something under my phone. "Huh? I'm tired and confused... what's going on anyway?"
Are you noticing a theme here? When I'm tired, I am hopelessly confused. I'll have to tell you about that sometime. Or maybe I'll tell you now. You see, Jason wakes me up every morning before he goes to work to say goodbye. It's sweet that he does that. He doesn't really make sure I am coherent though, and will sometimes tell me things; details about life that are semi-important. Well, expecting me to remember these details is kind of like the feeling when you wake up from a dream and know that you HAD a dream, or you were dreaming about the color blue, but that's all. That's all you remember, but at the time, you know it made complete sense. That's what it's like. I'm hopelessly confused.
Wow, holy tangent Batman.
Anywho, there is something under my phone. I reach for it. It's an envelope with this on the front:
A card from Jason. A really sweet mushy card telling me how much he loved me and all that mushy stuff no one wants to know about except me. It was so sweet. The front of the card made me most happy though. He calls me 'Chica' (for some reason) so that's why it says that. And, he drew a cupcake with candles on it. How perfect is that? I love it. Love. It. It even has swirly frosting on it.
So anyway, let's sum up my 25th Birthday: I went to the Fair, ate fried pickles, spent some time in the sun laughing with friends, and got a great card from my husband. A good day. A really good day. :-)