Three decades ago (and a few months since I'm so late posting this), I turned...ahem...30. Yes, the big 3-0.
Trienta. Trente. dreißig. Trinta. Thelathini. Di San. THIRTY!
I never thought my precious husband was the type to try to surprise me. I was so wrong this time. I half expected some sort of surprise party, but he went the more creative route. We had a women's special event at the end of June. About 50 ladies or so were there, I think. Towards the middle, they started singing Happy Birthday and brought out this cute little flip flop cake and a bouquet of gorgeous flowers....to guess who? Talk about embarrassing...and sweet all wrapped up in one. He almost came to deliver it himself, but I think he got a little uncomfortable thinking about being the only guy there. :) What a sweetheart. He even remembered that my favorite flowers were stargazers. Talk about a moment of your heart melting into a puddle on the floor.
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