So. I just turned 26 on the 19th. Very lowkey day. But thanks to Facebook, I had a constant stream of birthday well-wishers, as well as some very sweet friends and family members who called-- a couple of whom left some very... uh, musical... messages. (You know who you are. You're amazing.)
I woke up to a sweet text from Derek and told Avril it was my birthday. She looked at me for a minute, then asked how old I was. I told her and she looked a little harder and said,
"You don't look 26."
So I asked her how old I looked. She said,
"You look like you're still 25."
I think I'll keep her around.
In all honesty, the day proceeded fairly normally. Nothing too out of the ordinary, I took Roman in for his well-child check, cleaned the house, worked on the budget, went for a run, did whatever. Derek's doing an out rotation in Washington right now, so literally there was nothing to expect.
Except.
We had been texting all day and one of his texts made me wonder... we were talking about how much flights were to Washington, our little "pipe dream" to fly me up there for his days off... and I started wondering if it gave him the idea to fly down here. So I started trying to figure out if that was even possible. I came to the conclusion it probably wasn't, but there was a slim chance he might show up. As the night wore on, however, I realized it wasn't going to happen and that that was just my own little dream.
At 11pm he said he was just heading back to his hotel after grabbing dinner at the commissary. Then a couple minutes later, he asked how my birthday was and what the best birthday present I could have would be. I answered, "You. Here."
He said, "Go look out at the gate."
"Shut up."
So I went. And he wasn't there. No car. No sign of anything except some beautiful roses slipped through the chain links. I turned around, happy that he had them delivered, but a little disappointed that I had my hopes up... and he walked out of the trees and swept me into his arms.
Honestly, people, it was like a freaking romance novel, so we're going to just let the camera slowly pan over to the window and let the curtains blow...
Next day: the man scrubs my freaking kitchen, does my laundry and takes us all out shopping and for a delicious cheese run at Gossner's. (Aside: Aren't cows truly the most magical of animals? They just give and give and give and when they're done, they give a little more... Milk, cheese, ice cream, there's a meal, right there. End of aside.)
Then the NEXT day, instead of driving back so he can get some sleep before his night shift, he mows the lawn for me. I am so deliriously in love with this guy. And SO spoiled.
He spent his Saturday driving the 12 hours back to Ft. Lewis just in time to have about an hour before having to go work a 10 hour night shift. That's a killer birthday present, people. Why did he do it you ask?
He wanted to tell me Happy Birthday to my face on my birthday.
I woke up to a sweet text from Derek and told Avril it was my birthday. She looked at me for a minute, then asked how old I was. I told her and she looked a little harder and said,
"You don't look 26."
So I asked her how old I looked. She said,
"You look like you're still 25."
I think I'll keep her around.
In all honesty, the day proceeded fairly normally. Nothing too out of the ordinary, I took Roman in for his well-child check, cleaned the house, worked on the budget, went for a run, did whatever. Derek's doing an out rotation in Washington right now, so literally there was nothing to expect.
Except.
We had been texting all day and one of his texts made me wonder... we were talking about how much flights were to Washington, our little "pipe dream" to fly me up there for his days off... and I started wondering if it gave him the idea to fly down here. So I started trying to figure out if that was even possible. I came to the conclusion it probably wasn't, but there was a slim chance he might show up. As the night wore on, however, I realized it wasn't going to happen and that that was just my own little dream.
At 11pm he said he was just heading back to his hotel after grabbing dinner at the commissary. Then a couple minutes later, he asked how my birthday was and what the best birthday present I could have would be. I answered, "You. Here."
He said, "Go look out at the gate."
"Shut up."
So I went. And he wasn't there. No car. No sign of anything except some beautiful roses slipped through the chain links. I turned around, happy that he had them delivered, but a little disappointed that I had my hopes up... and he walked out of the trees and swept me into his arms.
Honestly, people, it was like a freaking romance novel, so we're going to just let the camera slowly pan over to the window and let the curtains blow...
Next day: the man scrubs my freaking kitchen, does my laundry and takes us all out shopping and for a delicious cheese run at Gossner's. (Aside: Aren't cows truly the most magical of animals? They just give and give and give and when they're done, they give a little more... Milk, cheese, ice cream, there's a meal, right there. End of aside.)
Then the NEXT day, instead of driving back so he can get some sleep before his night shift, he mows the lawn for me. I am so deliriously in love with this guy. And SO spoiled.
He spent his Saturday driving the 12 hours back to Ft. Lewis just in time to have about an hour before having to go work a 10 hour night shift. That's a killer birthday present, people. Why did he do it you ask?
He wanted to tell me Happy Birthday to my face on my birthday.
