the happiest

It was my favorite birthday ever (in memory).  I didn’t even have to hunt rainbows that day.  They found me.  They found me when I woke up and opened my door to tropical skittle hued fringed (by Christina’s own hands that she willingly got cramped to give such an awesome twist of goodness to the) streamers flowing from my doorway to greet me with kisses. 

China did those fringes by hand! Best big sister. Ever. 

The streamers graciously moved aside to reveal a pile of presents from two very tall and very wonderful birthday elves that I happen to live with.  Then there was a nutella crepe waiting for me (a la Sean) when I came home from spending some quality birthday time at Mass thanking my Creator for the gift of this life. Not bad for a Wednesday morning.

Then I got taken down a couple of notches by a 4 year old who isn’t quite accustomed to thinking of anyone besides herself.  Even if it is their birthday.  But we danced in her living room to brown eyed girl.  We twirled and twirled, and sashayed (sp?) (Wednesday is ballet day), because you have to dance on your birthday.  In birthday land this is one of the most stringently enforced laws.  And I’ll be darned if I commit a felony in birthday land on my birthday.  Not an option.  

It was all rainbow sprinkled bliss from there on out.  We took over the almost-as-perfect-as-Cavallis pizza place down the road from our house, and we stayed until they were mopping over our feet as subtly as possible to get us out of there.  I can remember very few times when I have felt more loved and I can’t thank anyone there enough for how beautiful it was.  It was more love than I knew what to do with.  

Christina and Sean were the instruments of the Beloved, and He played me the most perfect birthday tune through them.  

Lianna and Ed surprised me with the best treat I could ask for, and that was to bring Sophia and Madeline along with their wonderful selves.  They are such a rock star family, and stayed until way past Soph’s bed time so they could be a part of the toasts (don’t even get me started on those).  

 There is no other word but perfect.  Outside the skies cried of joy for the beauty within the warm, friend and family saturated pizzeria.  I was showered with flowers and given the gift of a bouquet of balloons.  One that I was secretly hoping for all day long, but scarcely believed this dream would come true.  The rainbow hits just kept on a-comin.  

It was perfect.  Sean rocked the house and made an amazing cake (note the rainbow sprinkles inside and out), they sung the famous song, Sophia cozied in my lap wanting to get as close to dessert as possible.  I have now had her at every birthday of mine since she was born.  I smell a tradition I hope never gets broken.

It was perfect.  It was magical.  It was rainbows and sunshine and joy.  Love Himself embraced me and filled my heart to overflowing.  Thank you thank you thank you.  All of you were Christ to me and it was one of the best times I have ever had.  Ever.  

I am so glad I have this little blog to preserve the memory of the happiness in words and photographs that was so real to me on my 27th birthday.

 
And Christina just brought me my favorite flowers in the world (white peonies) for no reason at all.  But I suppose, after all, that Love is always a good reason to do something beautiful for no reason at all.  

Cheers to birthdays and birthday land and the best family in the world and true friends and Spiritual bouquets/the best gift I have ever received that touch my heart and soul (thank you a million times to all who offered any prayer for me!) and birthday cards (fuzzes, and aunties, and friends thank you!) and texts (special thanks to Rachie who sent me morning noon and night birthday love via texts) and singing birthday voicemails (Michelle and her girls, and Trishey- I loved it!) and toasts that fill me to overflowing with love and to being hunted and caught by rainbows!

I am not kidding about how much I love these balloons and streamers

And I can never leave my parents out of anything regarding my birthday because they were the first ones to celebrate my life. Before they met me, they loved me. And they never will stop, of this I am certain. I love you, Momma and Dad! Thank you for the life you gave me through the grace of God.