I got sick three days ago. Horrible case of bronchitis and ive got shit lungs already (childhood pneumonia). My 35th birthday is in two days. So plans went from seeing friends to staying in bed reading.
For the last two weeks I've had my eye on a switch 2 and pokopia, I'm a kid at heart and it looks adorable. I've taken to replaying animal crossing and watching a few streamers play pokopia. We live comfortably, but we have remodeling to do and if I'm honest I refuse to buy myself anything over 200 bucks. I grew up dirt poor and the concept of fun money is still, after 10 years owning a home with one amazing income (wife) and one bill paying decent income (me), foreign to me.
We've been together for 18 years this May.
I'm in bed two days ago, hacking up a lung and on my 2nd bag of cough drops and 3rd dose of dayquil that day. In comes a giant box.
"You're sick. You get it early."
There it is. A switch 2. Pokopia. A spare ergonomic controller because I've had 3 surgeries last year for carpal tunnel. A case. A screen protector ("because you WILL drop it").
18 years later she still surprises me. I didnt ask for one. I didn't mention it other than answering "whatre you watching?". She listened, she saw, she knew. She still makes me cry. She's wonderful.