Tuesday, February 7, 2012


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.


  1. I have been thirty for exactly 38 days now and I must say it is not as bad as I thought it was going to be. Actually 39 days ago I never thought I would be saying this but my 30th birthday was probably my best birthday yet. Now that I am on the other side I am glad that I left 29 behind. I think 29 was one of the hardest years for me so 30 is like a fresh new start. Besides, now I have 40 to dread......

  2. . . .and the most fun thing about birthdays sometimes is the surprise! Good job Andrew!

  3. I'm glad I stumbled upon this before (our) big day! Happy, happy birthday, B! I have no doubt you will achieve amazing new heights in your 30s! xo, Chelsea