they were all out of really big couches

One of my earliest memories is at the age of three. I shared a room with my baby sister, her crib at the end of my narrow single bed. I remember putting all my teddy bears and dolls, all my worldly possessions into her crib, my mother being angry at what I had done. Her anger was confusing to me because my intent wasn't to hurt the baby but to fill her crib up with all that I loved. To give her all that I had.


Thirty years later I'm still trying to give her all that I have. All that I have being a wine fuelled surprise thirtieth birthday party, complete with flashing tiara and raging hangovers with the unfortunate timing of being the night before my husband left for Seoul as in South Korea. But what else are you going to do on a 14 hour flight if not kill a hang over. Except maybe be thankful that your kids are at home with your equally hungover wife.

And there I went filling up her crib with all that I loved, of course now being red wine and cake.

Surprise birthday parties are not as easy as teddy bears and dolls but each are equally worth it. Because I love her.



Sometimes we laugh really loud and act annoyingly silly.
Sometimes we sit in really big chairs because that's more dignified.