Jeremy loves me. He really, really loves me. So much that he wanted to make my thirtieth birthday unforgettable and spectacular and it was, it surely was.
In the morning he and the boys made me pancakes for breakfast, my favorite! Then I got my gift which was, get ready for this... plane tickets to Utah to visit my friend Cara! All. By. My. Self. And I get to go next week! He planned everything and I am so very, very excited!! Then he told me I had to be ready to go by 10 but would not tell me where or what we were doing. At 10 the doorbell rings and my mom (who had taken the day off at work) and my sister (who is here from Colombia) took me to get a pedicure and to Starbucks (I love their steamers). Then I came home only to be whisked away by my dear friend Angie to go to lunch at Cheescake factory and to do some shopping at the mall. The day would have been absolutely perfect had he stopped there. I was divinely happy and pleased with all of the work he had put into making everything superb. But not my Jeremy, I told you he really, really loves me...
I have to tell you that I am not a fan of surprises, I really hate them in fact. So all day I was anticipating what was to come next and having no clue really freaked me out. Jeremy and my friends and family had grown weary from the interrogations I was giving them in order to gain a bit of knowledge as to what to expect. So after some family time I was told again I had to be ready to go somewhere at 7, and sure enough the doorbell rings at 7... It was my friend Angie again and a babysitter. All was fine until I saw Jeremy hiding a bag full of pens and I knew, I just knew this meant a big party and I really didn't want to go. I explicitly had told him no party. No party, no party, no party. I hate being the center of attention (although some might argue otherwise) and I wanted to go hide under a rock. Reluctantly I followed to our clubhouse where my dear husband had invited about 20 people to welcome me into the next decade of my life. He had thought of absolutely everything, my favorite Chick-fil-a nuggets, wraps, fruit and veggie trays , crackers and cheese, cookies and a Costco cake (I love those stinkin' things). He had planned a trivia game with a prize (movie tickets!) and even had party favors (packs of fun sized candy bars). The napkins even had "30" on them, and he had bought a CD of hits from 1979 that played in the background. Oh, and quite possibly my favorite was the slideshow he had put together of photos of me growing up which was all fine and dandy up until oh, middle school age I would say. I really loved all my closest friends witnessing my awkward stage. I couldn't appreciate it all then because after all, I didn't want a party, but now I can see that he had hand picked every detail for me and spent hours and hours preparing so that I would have a great time. I know he didn't do it totally alone, so thank you to the friends and family that helped. It made my three-Oh a magical day and I am a lucky, lucky gal to have so many wonderful friends and family members that love me. It was an unforgettable one, that's for sure.
Oh, and I know you want my Jeremy, but he's mine :)
Pictures to come- I am waiting for them since I didn't have my camera.
In the morning he and the boys made me pancakes for breakfast, my favorite! Then I got my gift which was, get ready for this... plane tickets to Utah to visit my friend Cara! All. By. My. Self. And I get to go next week! He planned everything and I am so very, very excited!! Then he told me I had to be ready to go by 10 but would not tell me where or what we were doing. At 10 the doorbell rings and my mom (who had taken the day off at work) and my sister (who is here from Colombia) took me to get a pedicure and to Starbucks (I love their steamers). Then I came home only to be whisked away by my dear friend Angie to go to lunch at Cheescake factory and to do some shopping at the mall. The day would have been absolutely perfect had he stopped there. I was divinely happy and pleased with all of the work he had put into making everything superb. But not my Jeremy, I told you he really, really loves me...
I have to tell you that I am not a fan of surprises, I really hate them in fact. So all day I was anticipating what was to come next and having no clue really freaked me out. Jeremy and my friends and family had grown weary from the interrogations I was giving them in order to gain a bit of knowledge as to what to expect. So after some family time I was told again I had to be ready to go somewhere at 7, and sure enough the doorbell rings at 7... It was my friend Angie again and a babysitter. All was fine until I saw Jeremy hiding a bag full of pens and I knew, I just knew this meant a big party and I really didn't want to go. I explicitly had told him no party. No party, no party, no party. I hate being the center of attention (although some might argue otherwise) and I wanted to go hide under a rock. Reluctantly I followed to our clubhouse where my dear husband had invited about 20 people to welcome me into the next decade of my life. He had thought of absolutely everything, my favorite Chick-fil-a nuggets, wraps, fruit and veggie trays , crackers and cheese, cookies and a Costco cake (I love those stinkin' things). He had planned a trivia game with a prize (movie tickets!) and even had party favors (packs of fun sized candy bars). The napkins even had "30" on them, and he had bought a CD of hits from 1979 that played in the background. Oh, and quite possibly my favorite was the slideshow he had put together of photos of me growing up which was all fine and dandy up until oh, middle school age I would say. I really loved all my closest friends witnessing my awkward stage. I couldn't appreciate it all then because after all, I didn't want a party, but now I can see that he had hand picked every detail for me and spent hours and hours preparing so that I would have a great time. I know he didn't do it totally alone, so thank you to the friends and family that helped. It made my three-Oh a magical day and I am a lucky, lucky gal to have so many wonderful friends and family members that love me. It was an unforgettable one, that's for sure.
Oh, and I know you want my Jeremy, but he's mine :)
Pictures to come- I am waiting for them since I didn't have my camera.
6 comments:
Happy Birthday! How wonderful that Jeremy made it so special for you!
What, he got you the tickets?! Wahoo! He is great.
Wow! he IS awesome! Happy Belated! Wish I was there for the fun, and to see that slide show! :)
When I told Peter about all the things Jeremy thought of and did for your birthday, all he could say was, "Isn't Jeremy great!" We all know that Jeremy is great!
We had a great time and you were a great sport about it!
The pictures are coming---Jonathan mailed the cord to me...sorry!
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