Tuesday, September 25, 2012


This weekend we opened up our house and garden for a surprise party for Chelsie.

The whole day I was dreading the purposefully-small dinner that would give Chelsie the impression that I hadn't put any thought into her birthday. I left dinner early to greet guests (which made the birthday girl even more upset) and wait for everyone to arrive.

It took every bit of my energy not to give the surprise away.

If you know me, you know I bubble over with excitement about 10 seconds before I get my latte in the morning, so you can probably imagine how absolutely spastic I was as I waited for her to walk in.

It was absolutely perfect.

I should throw parties for a living.