I’ve thought for a few days about what I’d write concerning Chloe’s birthday. It was so amazing, so beautiful and we had such a great time that it’s actually difficult to convey in words. Wow, that’s a stuffy couple of sentences! There are some experiences though that are so wonderful to someone personally, that others just won’t “get”. It’s a birthday party, what’s the big deal? Maybe it wasn’t the party, maybe it was me. Maybe it’s because I’m so ridiculously happy in general. Perhaps it has something to do with us not having to buy Chloe clothes for her birthday, but could buy some things that she actually wanted. Not a lot, mind you, but things that would have been much too frivolous in years past.
I don’t know what it was specifically, I just know that I had a great time with my parents. We had a great time at Jump Zone (although Halle is sick now and it makes me wonder if they *ever* clean those inflatables). Amanda and Brian came over and we had the opportunity to tell *lots* of “when Amanda was little” stories. And we were loud. And somewhat obnoxious. We wore leis. There were balloons on the floor. And it was perfect.