go shawty
There was a golden birthday.
The birthday girl stomped home in a cloud of ill humour after picking a dumb fight with someone she adores. Then she tripped straight into a lair of all her favorite friends gathered to besiege her with a surprise party.
The ill humour dissipated in that millisecond of teary disbelief…was this really all for her? And then the glee swelled and broke, and she clapped her hands like a giddy child. A giddy, golden birthday child.
The whole house was swathed like a crime scene in birthday tape and balloon garlands and bunting. The party bandits threw down cake after cake til the table audibly creaked under the weight of so much home-baked goodness. A bajillion twinkling tea lights lit up the way to a clutch of wine bottles in bowling pin formation. And there were pretty presents, including a glamourous pair of emerald and gold socks.
I know I’m loved. But sometimes I forget how much.
Oh how lovely! This mades my heart so happy.
happy (belated) birthday :D
Aw, such gorgeous reflections. It’s easy for all of us to forget how much we’re loved. So wonderful when people tangibly display love like this xx
Awww… so so happy for you, birthday girl! Sounds like it was a blast! xo
Sooo, just exited this page and thought, “was this year her golden birthday??”… then went back to this post and realized it was from last year. hahaha.. Oh, internet embarrassment :) Love you chook