Yesterday morning I woke up to a "happy birthday!" from my husband. Then he said, "Did you hear me get up this morning?" My just-awakened brain tried to recall if I had woken up in the night to Dustin getting up at all.
Dustin: "So I woke up at like 6:30 am to this tapping noise. It freaked me out at first, but then I figured out what it was."
Me: "What was it?"
Me: "What was it?"
Dustin: "An owl!"
Me: "An... owl?? For reals?"
Dustin: "Yeah! It was tapping on our bedroom window and had something in its beak. Look!" He proceeded to hand me a letter wrapped in twine.
Oh ho! What is this?
They know where I sleep?!
What's this? A Hogwarts seal??
Hmm, there are some letters inside.
I GOT ACCEPTED INTO HOGWARTS??!??!!?!
... AND IT'S SIGNED BY McGONAGALL??!
But wait... there's another letter. It's a personal letter from the Albus Dumbledore explaining why I didn't get my acceptance letter years and years ago. Those Weasley twins...
I'm pretty sure it's written in magical purple ink.
BUT WAIT!
My... my... my ticket to Platform 9 3/4!!!
Dustin keeps telling me that we really need to find an owlery to respond by July 31st. I totally agree-- we've already worked out some details of how to go about being at Hogwarts as a 24-year-old married woman (Dustin's solution: youth potion).
Happy birthday to me!
Ah yisssss I'm going to Hogwarts!
2 comments:
This. is. amazing.
You two are pretty good advertising for this whole marriage thing.
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