My Perfect Day...

I would have to say my perfect "date" would  be April 25, because it's not too hot and it's not too cold, all you need is a light jacket. If you weren't aware, that's a quote from Miss Congeniality, (not verbatim but that doesn't matter). April 25, as it turns out, is my aunt and uncle's Wedding Anniversary so apparently they picked the perfect "date" for getting married.
Honestly, I can't think of a day that would qualify as a "perfect day." I've had many really, really good days, but none that have been uber amazing that I would consider a perfect day. So I'll just make something up!
When I was a young girl, approximately 3 years of age, I was obsessed with Strawberries. I would eat them all day long if given the opportunity. One balmy June afternoon in the city of San Jose, California, I arose at the crack of 2pm from my nap. My incredibly amazing, beautiful and graceful mother was awaiting my arrival at the bottom of the stairs. "I have some exciting news for my dearest and most favorite daughter who possesses the ability to walk." "Yes mother?" I asked with a slight bow of my luscious brown locks of boisterous hair. My incredibly amazing, beautiful and graceful mother lifted me in her arms and shouted "We're going Strawberry picking!" My whole world was flung into a state of ecstasy. My eyes shone with affection and gratitude toward my mother, and my body glowed with the joyful soul that seems to only inhabit the bodies of young children approximately 3 years of age. My incredibly amazing, beautiful and graceful mother cuddled me tightly in her warm arms and then we sought out my handsome, august, majestic, noble, well-groomed elder brother known to us as Alek Clubb. When we found him, it was time for us to make our departure to the Strawberry Picking Fields. The journey there seemed to last 3 hours 45 minutes and 6 seconds-in toddler words it was a lifetime.When we finally reached the streams of strawberry-filled fields, my little toddler feet were moving a hundred miles an hour in anticipation of the miles of strawberry fields. When my feet touched the ground, I sped off, leaving my family to eat my dust. I picked and ate, and picked and ate, and picked and ate until I was so full I couldn't breath and I collapsed in the car for another nap.