My birthday is in June. Every year just before my birthday Zach’s schedule starts getting crazy. Pulling 15 hour days and such. So we never really get to do anything big for it because Zach typically can’t leave camp and then there’s that detail about having 5 kids home from school for the summer.
So this year my birthday is a bigger one (30, woot!) and Zach was determined to do it right. He asked what I wanted and I basically wanted 2 things: 1) friends/family around me hanging out and 2) not to plan a damn thing.
My really ridiculously wonderful husband decided on Galena, Illinois. He sent out an email to some friends and family asking who could get a babysitter for the weekend to come hang with us. Zach rented a 5 bedroom home for Friday and Saturday nights. It boasted things like a bar, hot tub and couches made for cuddling. Oh, and a full kitchen because I expected my guests to bring their favorite dishes (I know, I’m kind of high maintenance at 30, as it turns out).
If I learned one thing this weekend it’s this: I am so very blessed. I cried many times and they were happy tears, grateful tears, bless-ed tears. I am a lucky lady.
There was dining at delicious Italian restaurants where they sat us in what appeared to be a wine cellar which, if you’ve been following this blog long enough, knows that is both the best and worst ideas for a lady like me. Yum.
There was Saturday morning golfing for the men and shopping for the women.
There were mixed drinks made (this one would be white sangria by my beloved bestie, Chrissy. Doesn’t it look delicious?) and overflowing hot tubs.
I enjoyed taking pictures (per usual). This one for my sister and her boyfriend…lest they need some pictures for their wedding album one day. Cough. Please God. Cough.
And this one for my brother and sister-in-law who will be celebrating 2 years of wedded bliss in a few weeks.
There was cooking (my favorite guacamole of all time by Mr. Bruce himself).
There was snuggling with the ladies who make up my Red Tent. This picture makes me cry. Damn I love those ladies so much. (Missing Chrissy 😦 ).
There were back rubs
And gorgeous views as we sipped our coffees and/or wine.
There was bonding of brothers
and fires built.
There was a protective sister asking sister’s boyfriend what his intentions are and then trying to make him understand how thankful we are that he’s made our sister so happy. Yes, there was lots of that.
There was some pretending that Ashley “Hot Pocket” was a Berger kid.
And also some begging that the smallest woman would sit on my lap to make me feel like a giant on my birthday weekend.
There was dancing, of course there was. (With a cup of “8:30 Perker” also known as coffee, Bailey’s and raspberry vodka. Pin it people, you’re welcome).
There were gifts from Chrissy. Mine is the
palest dead looking arm the orange one that says, “Plant Peace”. I love it.
There was lots of sibling bonding. My first tears of the weekend came Friday morning when I sent off a simple text of “Woooooot” to those coming Friday night. My brother, who is typically short on words, replied, “Oh ya”. My sister, also short on words, “woot”. They were my first best friends. They are still a few of the biggest blessings of my life. I am so, so thankful for the beautiful relationships I now enjoy with both of them (and their significant others). We may all be very different but I would die for these people, I really would
Sibling bonding covered my brother-in-law too (obviously). He is just plain awesomesauce. Particularly when he’s laying in the grass commenting on the beauty of the stars or the song of the birds. Also when he…
makes weird faces in pictures. My brother made me a cake. It didn’t matter if it was from a box, my little brother made me a cake. I ate the shit out of that boxed cake and could definitely feel the love there.
There were some hangovers (as there usually is when celebrating one’s 30th birthday) and subsequent wearing-of-women’s-glasses by a typically reserved man.
And perhaps most of all there was a woman, who is about to turn 30, thankful for a man who loves her enough to set up spreadsheets and send them to her friends. Who organized the weekend of a lifetime. There was a woman who looked at her husband and knew that the last 10 years with him have been the best of her life but the next 70 are sure to be even better.
There was love. There was laughter. There were memories created and hugs shared. There was bliss.
God, this is beyond awesome. Really, truly. WOW! And I'm so glad you ate the shit out of that cake. So glad. I love you!!
Holy crap! Did I miss a post about your new 'do? LOVE IT!!!Happy, happy birthday, Tesi. I'm glad your husband pulled off the perfect birthday weekend, because you surely deserve it.
holy awesomeness! Way to launch yourself into the 30's! and welcome to them! The 30's are so full, so wonderful! I am creeping near 40 in a year and would love nothing more than celebrating like this! Happy Birthday Tesi!P.S. We need to meet up in Galena. How far is it for you?
I love this. I'm so happy for you to have such a great weekend full of all things good. Happiest early birthday to you, you beautiful lady! (Thanks for making me feel like a dinosaur. I'm 32.) 😉
What an amazing time! You deserve it and more my friend. ((hugs))
LOVE all the pics. What a FUN weekend–you are an amazing woman, and your party is a symbol of how much you're loved! So glad you did it up big this year (way to go, Zach!!)