Annie’s Birthday
by Annie
Turning 30 wasn’t painful at all. In fact, it was quite nice. To start off my birthday week, the amazing ladies who meet at my house every Tuesday surprised me with brownies, raspberries, whip cream, and cider! I didn’t think any of them knew my birthday was that week; but they did, and it was so nice to be remembered by my people.

And then on my actual birthday (a Thursday), Jeremy threw me a surprise party. He was so sneaky! He pretended like he was shoveling the driveway when he was really outside icing drinks in the snow and putting up an embarrassing birthday picture (an 8 X 10 school photo of me in my 5th grade school uniform and huge pink speckled glasses- yikes!) When the first people walked in the front door, I thought someone was breaking in and told Jeremy to get a bat. He just said, “Go see who it is.” I thought he was being pretty reckless with my wellfare. But then in walked Molly, Cam, and Andy! I was definitely surprised (as evinced by my workout clothes).
He made me an amazing chocolate cake from scratch with his grandmother’s classic chocolate icing, invited our friends from church and neighborhood and had tons of snacks and drinks- which meant he had to go to the grocery store on his own at least 3 times! And when Jeremy goes to King Soopers 3 times in 24 hours, it means he loves me; the man is not a grocery shopping aficionado.





I wanted a nice group photo for my birthday. Too bad I don’t exactly have nice group photo friends. Here they’re emoting “worried.”

Pretend like you’re happy, kids. Try the 3-fingered smile.

Grossed out

Girls smiled. Guys didn’t get the memo.

Gangsta?

aw, friends

You guys sure know how to celebrate! (I wore pink speckled glasses in fifth grade as well… I can imagine how stunning you were.)