It was a testament to how much people love me.
They did it not because they had to, but because they wanted to. Because the love me.
And then I went to work. And people had given me balloons, and gifts, and they had even decorated my twin brother's cubie.
And we were happy.
After work, the sisters had planned a secret lunch for Brett and I. We of course knew about it weeks in advance, but our family still inisists on calling it the "Secret Birthday Lunch." It was lovely. So many people had put so much time and effort into a delicious lunch to celebrate me. (And him. :)
Afterward, Brandon had planned with Angela (Brett's wife) that we were going to go to a movie, and dinner. And then afterward Brandon had a surprise for me. I had no idea what it was, much to my conseternation. I ALWAYS know what my surprises are. I'm a master guesser and snooper. But not this time. I could not get it out of him, I could not figure it out.
I wanted to cry. These people could be at their kids soccer games, or they could be at a movie, they could be anywhere else in the world but here, to celebrate me. I kept saying Thank you so much for coming, for being here. Because I couldn't believe that they would. Just because. Just because they love me.
The party was amazing. Burgers, fruit, cakes, the whole works. My best friend drove four hours from St. George to come. My dear friend D that I haven't seen in a long time came. My sisters, their spouses. Brett's (and mine) old friends from high school. My in-laws, everyone. They all came.
Last night, as I was uploading all these photos, I looked at Brandon, and I said,
"I do believe I'm going to cry."
Well, the tears wouldn't stop. I put away the laundry, loaded the dishes, all the while, with tears of gratitude streaming down my face. Of awe.
It was the best gift I could have ever received.