Monday, August 16, 2010

The Day...

Was a pretty lame one at first. We were supposed to Skype with my sister Missy so she could see Dee open her present. My mom was tripping, telling me to shower, brush my teeth, etc. I didn't really see the need to get up, because to me skyping with Missy wasn't all that special. But I did as my mom said (eventually) and I stopped playing Zelda long enough to freshen up and Skype with Missy.
We were skyping, and talking to each other, and Missy got to see the look on Dee's face when Dee opened up the card, onesie, and the temporary tattoos that she bought for Dee's baby. For me, I was pretty bored at first, although it was nice too see Dee open up her present.
But then Missy said, "Okay, give Gabby her present", and suddenly my throat was dry. I hadn''t been expecting anything. It wasn't my birthday, and I sure wasn't pregnant. So when my mom came out with what looked like a Chinese food box, except cuter, I knew it had to be some kind of small thing, maybe something on paper. I opened it up, and inside was some tissue paper-like stuff. I took it out, and inside was some folded up paper. I unfolded the paper and started reading it.
Then my mom said, "Okay everybody, give Gabby some space". At first glance I noticed it was something from Ticketmaster, and when I peered closer at it I saw the words Maroon 5 and my heart leaped out of my chest. I continued reading to see my row and seat numbers, the date, and the address, and honestly at that moment I almost cried. My sister Missy had gotten me tickets to see my favorite band Maroon 5, and at that moment I was happier than I thought possible. I'm pretty sure I said, "Are you serious?" about 14 times. It was unbelievable, not just that I was going to see Maroon 5, but that anyone could ever be that happy. And for that moment of nearly insane happiness, I have my sister Missy to thank, because everyday I get closer to that concert I get happier and happier. I can't wait until the day of the concert, which to me will feel like a fairytale.