Tomorrow is Kim’s birthday. I’ve got a few surprises up my sleeve, but I can’t reveal them here, just in case she reads them before they come to fruition. Actually, by the time anybody actually reads this, they’ll have already come to pass.
They don’t involve any grand monetary outbursts, for a few simple reasons. The first being, in order for there to be a grand monetary outburst, there must first be a grand supply of money. Secondly, we both decided to pool our money together from our various birthday gifts from family and buy an Apple iPod (an ultra-cool mp3 player for geeks).
In any case, I’m left to ponder how to express my appreciation for someone who has made such a big impact on my life. I mean after all, she’s the one responsible for this whole Kim & Jason mess. If it wasn’t for her looking so good in long underwear, boxer shorts, and combat boots the first time I met her Christmas caroling, this entire web site wouldn’t exist. (An aside: Yes, that was precisely what she was wearing on the night we first met, and yes, I have been Christmas caroling. I was dragged there by a friend and I only went because I figured it might be a good place to meet girls. Go figure.)
Yes, I guess you could consider us soul mates. Which is good, because you should really be sure of something like that before you create an entire company around it and plaster your names on everything from business cards to coffee mugs.
Speaking in purely clichéd terms, she completes me, she is the wind beneath my wings, she makes me want to be a better man, she is the love of my life, and frankly, she had me at hello. Sadly, clichés are the only thing that come to mind when I try to construct a worthy tribute for my wife.
My only hope is that I can even marginally communicate and share Kim’s playfully intoxicating childlike spirit through a comic strip character by the same name. If I can succeed at that, the world will be surely blessed.