my guys threw me a wonderful party last night, despite trapping me in my room for hours so they could spruce the place up.
if i put my ear to the door i could hear fancy dress-shoed feet across bare floors, strips of tape being torn, a drill, giggling, and a little panic.
the house looked so beautiful! color thrown around every nook and cranny. matt and max were decked out in their sunday best...real sharp men! i felt pretty lucky.
i took a turn for the worse again last night and was so relieved when they opened the door to let me out and, instead of going out to dinner like planned, they had set up a romantic candlelit pizza dinner for 3 at the kitchen island.
complete with cans of soda, maracas, and fancy plastic silverware.
after dinner we partied. we partied and pardoned our own construction mess and threw caution to wind. not to mention, there was a bubble machine. oh yes, there was a bubble machine.
we spent the rest of the night birthdaying and dancing to jazz and old hip hop and doing plenty of nuzzling.
28 is off to a pretty good start!
thank you everyone, from the bottom of my rested heart, for such birthday wishing the past few days. it means the world!
now to get to feeling better.
i've got sledding to do!
(and you better believe i dragged all those balloons to bed with me last night)