If any of you out there is as lucky as I am, then your birthday might also have turned into a birthweek!
Sunday afternoon kicked off the week of celebrating my entering into a new decade of life. The twenties are in the rearview mirror and it's full speed ahead into the wiser, older, more mature years.
Um, yeah. Anyways.
Matt, along with the help of family and friends, planned out a surprise ice cream party at church. Ice cream happens to be my favorite food and who knows how long it has been since I had an ice cream party! A whole table filled with three buckets of ice cream, whip cream, caramel sauce, peanut butter sauce, chocolate sauce and a rainbow row of toppings to finish it off, complete with homemade cookie dough balls made by my good friend,
Jennifer. (She can cook her tail off!) Need I say more? Are you drooling yet? And since no party would be complete without a cake, my friend Julie (who can also cook her tail off) baked a chocolate and vanilla sheet cake for those non-dairy lovers. Oh, and, she sent me home with a knock-your-socks-off plain cheesecake, my favorite dessert of hers that she makes. (The diet begins next week ;)
While everyone did a wonderful job keeping the party a secret, things on Sunday morning just didn't seem to fit together like normal. While I'll spare all the details, I guessed that there was a party we were headed to! But, Matt, being the cool, calm and collected cat that he is, didn't crack a smile the whole time I was asking him if I was right. He waited until we got back inside the church when everyone yelled "SURPRISE!" It all came together and what a blast it was!
Here are some photos from the day, courtesy of my friends and my Dad.
(I was unarmed with mine, of course!)