With just having had a baby and being busy back to work, a birthday party was nowhere on my list of things to do. My husband must have known, which is why he secretly asked my close friends and family to come over for a party and then told me about it a week in advance – he knew it would be too late to cancel, but early enough that I could have a hand in the planning (smart guy).
Planning a party doesn’t have to be a huge stress. I recommend ordering food from a local, trusted caterer – Corky’s Catering helped me choose my menu, delivered food prior to the party that not only was a beautiful presentation but left my guests raving about it to this day. Also, everyone loves cupcakes, but when you’re hosting a party at your house, the mess of baking and the promise of something beautiful will usually go awry. Courageous Bakery matched my floral-themed party with gorgeous cupcakes that enhanced my decor.
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It was a chilly April night; I had a horrible day at work and called off our date since my job was running late, but his sweet charm and the promise of a delicious meal won me over. (There’s really not much some fresh, crusty bread and soft, salted butter can’t do to win me over.) After a great date with my best guy, we walked around our local college campus, a walk we took hundreds of times during our college years together.
We passed the dorm where he yelled, “I LOVE LINDSAY ROSASCO” at the top of his lungs in the middle of the night, with people replying, “SHUT UP!” or a celebratory “WOO” from the windows. We passed the music building where students were practicing, even late at night, the jazzy tunes floating their way through the air. We walked by the computer building where I surprised him years ago after class with a huge comforter and dessert for an impromptu nighttime picnic on the quad.
We walked around the mall where I watched him play kickball as I debated the actual importance of making it to my visual communications art class. We ended in front of our old dorm, the place I made my first friend as an unnerved transfer student who quickly became my best – where we stayed up until 5 a.m. talking, laughing, and learning. The place we acted out the cliché of young and wild and free and where a tipsy first meet turned into deep love.