This past Saturday Andrew and a couple of my dear friends gave me something I'd never had before - a surprise party. The girls kept me out of the house for a few hours and plied me with a very cute baby, coffee, and shopping, while Andrew quickly prepped amazing snacks and a handmade birthday sign. I returned home to the smiling faces of the lovely people I work with all clustered in our dining room.
We laughed and talked and watched as two baby boys waddled around on their newly walking legs and shared half-chewed celery and sippy cups. Andrew presented me with a tray of my most favorite tiny cupcakes from the bakery around the corner and I made a wish I won't share with you for fear of it not coming true.
I'm a bit apprehensive about tomorrow, trying not to look too far ahead yet, excited about the possibility a new year of age can bring, and a little sad about the end of this project. Tonight is my last night as a twenty year old, but I'm ready to be surprised again, this time at how great thirty might be.