Just before midnight, the bedroom filled with a blue glow. My eyes were closed, but I recognized there was a sudden light, and I started awake to find the opposite side of the room shining.
I sat up and leaned over my Patient Husband, and I saw his iPhone had lit up, and while I was puzzling about this, it shut off, so I lay back down, wondering why it had done that. In my half-awake state, I thought to myself that maybe it had received a text or a call, and that made sense, but then I realized that if it had gotten a call or a text, it would have rung. So I got scared that maybe something was wrong, but fortunately because I was half-awake I also realized that was nonsense: if something was wrong, the iPhone wouldn’t just light up in the dark.
Whatever. I went back to sleep.
About an hour later, Kiddo4 woke up crying and needed to be tucked back in and re-pillowed. When my Patient Husband came back to bed, I said, “Your iPhone lit up before. Why would it do that?”
He took the phone for a minute, then laughed. “It’s President’s Day.”
Apparently his job calendar updates with days the company is closed, only they start the event at midnight, so fifteen minutes before the event, the phone issues an alert that the event is happening.
“I’m really sorry,” he told me. “I don’t usually leave the phone by the bedside.”
“It’s fine,” I said, and suddenly it was really awesome that the phone had lit up and I’d awakened to see it. How many people do you know who are so excited about President’s Day that they’ll wake up at midnight, just waiting for the day to turn? Who when it happens, just can’t contain themselves and want to tell somebody about it? And how great that I’d been alert enough that the iPhone and I could share this moment?
“Wake up! Wake up — it’s President’s Day! Hooray! I’ve waited for so long!”
Enjoy the day, little iPhone. Have sweet dreams about Theodore Roosevelt, Abraham Lincoln, and Chester Arthur.