Totally NOT a running post, this. Totally about me. Actually, it’s totally about the Husband, who, despite his own confession of ‘not being a planner’ planned the most amazing weekend for me. Please excuse the photo-vomit. I’ll try to control myself better next week.
So on Friday, it was my 40th birthday. Turning 40 didn’t actually freak me out too much (there’s not much I could do about it) and I was really quite excited about my birthday. I have to be honest, I love being the centre of attention, I love surprises and presents and stuff. However I did worry a little that the Husband hadn’t planned much. Or anything. He’s not a planner and he’d said various things over the past week or two that made me think nothing was planned. He’s a trickster!
Friday morning started with hugs and presents in bed. The Husband gave me a birchbox subscription (which is a REALLY nice present to give someone) and my UK girls came up trumps with a bag and a box in my favourite colour. Tiffany blue.
The Husband headed off to work for the morning and the Dude went to school and I drove to Woodside to meet my friend Bergen at Wunderlich park for a trail run. What a flipping amazing way to start my forties. It was hilly, tough, beautiful and awesome. And it was followed by coffee and cake.
The Husband came home at lunchtime, had some lunch, told me to dress in sporty clothes and drove me down to Redwood City. He got lost (on purpose) and we somehow ended up…at the bike shop where he bought his road bike. Guess what my birthday present was!
Yep…I got a new bike in preparation for my century ride later this year. (Guess I can’t back out now). The awesome girl there found the right bike for my size, goals and budget and set about fitting it to me.
Meet Margarita. My foxy silver and metallic pink Trek Lexa. She is beautiful. (She’s named after my favourite novel).
Unfortunately, I have yet to ride her because it rained most of the weekend. But I’ve sat and looked at her all weekend and she’s great to look at.
Anyway, next up, the Husband was taking me out for dinner. He accidentally let on that it was at Alice’s Restaurant, my favourite place to go in California. It’s up a mountain in a redwood forest and a storm was raging. We drove up there and I remarked that it would probably just be us and the waiting staff up there. Who else would be at Alice’s on such a bad night?
About 40 of my friends were there for my surprise party! I know. I was pretty overwhelmed. It was awesome. And then there was a GINORMOUS red velvet cake.
On Saturday, it rained a LOT so the Husband postponed the planned activity – a hike up in Marin. Seriously. I love hiking and I love Marin. This guy! So that’s next Saturday! We chilled out and rested and then dodged raindrops and did some geo-caching!
In the evening, the Husband told me to dress up as we were all going out for a nice dinner. So I did. And they did. My boys showered and put on clean shirts and drove me to a restaurant…where a whole load of my favourite girls were waiting!! The boys hugged me and went home and I got a fantastic girls’ night out!
Sunday dawned with more rain.
After church, I was told I had one more surprise. I should put on a dress and heels. When the boys were sat watching TV in their pants (UK pants) ten minutes beforehand, I got a little suspicious…but we headed out to the car and two of my friends showed up, whisked me away and took me to the cinema where I met another bunch of girlfriends and we watched my second favourite movie (Breakfast at Tiffany’s) on the big screen. I’ve seen this film probably about 30 times but seeing it on the big screen was totally magical and made me cry.
And after one final sushi dinner with the boys, that was it. One exhausted husband, one over-excited little man and one very VERY lucky 40 year old.
40…so far, so amazing.