we rocked out last night.
that’s all i can say.
this….
…is my dear friend, dede. and she just put every cell of her being into throwing me the most beautiful party.
i heart her and her big, amazing heart.
no one throws a party like dede.
no one spends five hours doing this to her kitchen:

between the candles and bogenvalia petals in the pool…
…and this amazing array of completely delicious food and drink, arranged, garnished, and displayed much to the likings of martha stewart herself… it was just…well, perfect. but that’s dede.
my favorite?
…my favorite part was this house full of people i love.
all these people who fill the nooks of my soul with goodness and humor and love and contentment…the ones who challenge me to live a big life…the ones i thank my lucky stars i have the privilege to know. to love. to call them mine. they were there, finding comfy spots on the floor to huddle in warm little circles to talk about life. and then there’s the way they all just nonchalantly ladle up my baby and go about their conversations, lainey propped on their hip like their own. and she just knows they love her. and my heart completely swells watching it all. so, we talked, we laughed, we drank, we mulled and lingered amid the greatest gathering of candles in the history of mankind…and a whole lotta love.

…it was beautiful.






thank you, dad, for providing the half-naked picture of me for the cake. nice.







and this…
this is happiness. and, you know what happens at thirty? you quit wishing for specifics. my wish is broad and beautiful: just happiness. …and love.


…and so far, my wishes are granted.
thank you, dede, for making me feel so loved.
i heart you.

perhaps i saved orphans in a previous life. because karma just so has it that i feel very, very blessed.
big grateful sigh.










