Holy moly, friends. I am really, really humbled by all your sweet comments on Jonathan’s post. Was that a tear jerker or what? I discovered the letter at 2:00am on my birthday morning, and it a perfectly sweet way to start the day.
I wasn’t going to recap my birthday, but I had so much fun I think I need to. Maybe it will inspire you to celebrate your own birthday in a big way. Because, here’s the thing: life is worth celebrating. We can’t take each year for granted. Each year is a gift, and some years in particular are worth the splurge. Like 30.
I’m convinced dancing, friends, sparkles and sweets should be party of every woman’s 30th birthday. I’m not usually a “pink” girl (I leave that color to my sister-in-law) but this year’s bash seemed to beg for a pink theme so I went for it.
I invited all the girls in my bible study to the par-tay which is somewhat funny in and of itself. It was tad bit different than our usual hang out, wouldn’t you say? We met at The Citizen hotel to get ready together–which is the best part about a girl’s night. (“Can I borrow your lipstick?” “Does anyone have a bra they aren’t wearing that I can wear?” “I hate my earrings, can I have yours?” “I need help with my hair! Somebody?!?”)
Speaking of sisters, here is my lovely Allison who came from San Francisco for the weekend. Isn’t she a beauty? After claiming she didn’t bring “anything” to wear, she then whipped out a little black number that was AH-DORABLE. She’s like that. I, on the other hand, had to brave Forever 21 a few nights before the party. It felt SO WRONG to be shopping at Forever 21 when I’m certainly not forever 21. I’m far from it. I’m a mom who is nursing a baby. I felt a little silly in there. But, alas, I secured a very tight and short purple sparkly dress and just went for it. Why not, you know? Just because I’m 30 doesn’t mean I can’t get dolled up for a night. But, if I’m still shopping at Forever 21 on my 40th birthday we definitely have a problem.
Dancing to Whitney’s I Wanna Dance with Somebody as the clock ticked into my birthday was quite possibly the best reminder that my 30s will be just as fun as my 20s.
After rockin’ the dance floor we returned to our hotel rooms, got in our jammies and started debriefing the night. We talked about the great food at The Porch, and giggled about that one awkward guy who tried to dance with all of us, and then decided we needed to do girls night again very, very soon.
On Sunday, the fun continued. Allison, Jonathan, Anna and I walked around the antique market where I bought a cute little ring and a few Valentine’s cards from the 1940s. We ended the night with a date at Ruth’s Chris. Jonathan gifted me a “certificate” good for attendance at a writing conference of my choice. I cried at the table…which…was not the first time he’s made me cry at Ruth’s Chris. I’ll save that story for another time.
I am so grateful that my birthday weekend was all that it was…thankful that Jonathan felt good enough to take care of Anna, and thankful we have friends like the Burch’s who watched her on Sunday night so we could have a romantic date. In the midst of a lot going on with him, I had a very extraordinary weekend when it really could have been so, so ordinary.