It came. My 30th birthday. I really didn't have an issue with it until a few weeks before. I'd had friends freak out when it came time to say goodbye to their 20's and I never understood why, but then, as I quickly approached that milestone I came to a grim realization -- I'm getting older. All of a sudden, I'm closer to 40. I know, I have 10 years still, but when I think of all that has happened in the last 10 years (got married, graduated college, moved nine times, had three kids) and how quickly it passed it appears 40 will be here in the blink of an eye.
Anyway, my sweet husband listened one day, months before my birthday, when I mentioned how thoughtful it was that a friend's husband threw her a surprise party for her 30th. This wasn't me dropping Andy a subtle hint, it was just an observation. Besides, despite his numerous attempts, in almost 10 years of marriage (and a-year-and-a-half of dating before that) he's never been able to surprise me. Well, never say never, because he pulled off a surprise 30th birthday party with the help of the kids and my mother-in-law.
I picked Andy up from work the day of my birthday and asked if he wanted me to make dinner or if he had something planned. He said he'd take care of it, I wasn't sure if that meant we were going out or if I'd be celebrating the big 3-0 with his famous toast with butter, cinnamon and sugar. But, as we drove home he pulled into a little park and there waiting were several of my friends and family members. I can honestly say I was surprised. And kudos to Ava and Jax for not saying anything. I'd expect that out of Ava, the girl is the best secret keeper. Her lips are like Fort Knox. Jax, on the other hand, is a little more loose-lipped and tends to spill the beans, not for lack of trying though. So, the fact that he kept the surprise is pretty impressive.