O Forty, Where is Thy Sting?

Jackson: (last Friday morning) "Mom, come on, get up, you really need to come downstairs."

Me: "Who spilled something?"

Jackson: "Mom, I think your day will get a whole lot better if you just get up."

Me: (slightly less bitter) "Did dad buy donuts?!?" This got me out of bed lickety-split.

Once downstairs, I read the piece of paper taped to the refrigerator:

After scaring the bejeebers out of the baby with my incessant whoop-whooping, and something that may have faintly resembled a happy dance, my day did indeed get really good. How could McSavior have known that I'd been fantasizing about JUST this "whisked away" type of birthday/anniversary/Valentine's Day for over a decade? (come on, every girl does). He may have known because I maybe told him of aforementioned fantasy a "few" times in our short marriage. I was expecting a perfect birthday weekend of watching the new Jonas Brothers Disney movie with my kids and Barro's pizza and a nice lazy Saturday and maybe some rousing racquetball with M.

McTricky tried to be all evasive about where we were going during my endless telephone interrogations with him at work during the day, and he even went to great lengths to get lost on the Phoenix freeway system during rush hour traffic to try to be sneaky. Sedona? Scottsdale? Motel 6? What was my delightful fate to be? I knew I'd won the proverbial lotto when he headed to the vicinty of the Royal Palms Resort where we had our wedding reception. Numero Uno destination for moi. Secretly hoping deep down inside. S.C.O.R.E. Sicky sentimental for us.

The next 24 hours of birthday elation included but was not limited to:

great dinner * GET SMART movie(loved) * night swimming * sleeping in * great breakfast * working out at the hotel gym * massage at spa * shopping at Scottsdale Fashion Square * Haagen Daaz * photographing and more photographing property *

So I'm pretty much happy already, right? OH, but there's more. M had much more up his sleeve. We went to Macayo's to meet up with the kids and his family for what I figured was a little birthday dinner soiree. Get me some Baja Chicken Chimi to cap off the perfect weekend.

BLINDSIGHTED AGAIN. Boy howdy this man is incredible. No clue whatsoever. Surprise, indeed. Babe, I HEREBY ABSOLVE YOU of any past, present or future annoyances for pulling this one off. Even redeemed of the Great ScumBuster Debacle on my 30th birthday. (MEN: Just because your wife casually admires the Ronco ScumBuster on the infomercial doesn't mean you get it for her for her 30th birthday. "I'll just be in here cleaning the toilet with my new ScumBuster, Hun! You guys go enjoy!" ) His intentions were good though.

Way to be. He's the man. Love that guy. Lovin life. Feeling and looking better at 40 than I did at 30. Thirty is the new forty, according to someone. Stuff is good. Thanks, Mr. T.

Loved seeing such a random cross-section of my dear friends--it appears M just went down my email list and added a few here, peppered in a few more there, and the result was a surreal conglomeration of friends from the past and present. FABULOUS. Even my BFF since I was 13 drove over with her husband from El Centro, and I had friends there from before I met Marc 14 years ago. All Marc's great family. Friends from our current ward. Friends from Texas. Beyond befuddled.

Flowers from my mom and dad:

The Surprise Party

THX Steph for capturing the moment...

Thank you M.