This weekend I got to celebrate a most amazing woman in a most fabulous way: by surprising her socks off at a party-of-the-century—hosted, planned, and unbelievably pulled off by her charming, creative, smart, sentimental, and truly generous husband.
It was sooooo not my typical weekend. Words could not sum up how much I enjoyed it, how absolutely spoiled I was, and how lucky I am (killer party or not!) to have her for a friend. I treasure any stolen moments we get to spend together.
Words can’t do it, so a few pictures will have to do instead.
T H E S U R P R I S E P A R T Y . . .
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T H E A F T E R P A R T Y . . .
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T H E A F T E R A F T E R P A R T Y . . .
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A N D , T H E M O R N I N G A F T E R . . .
It wasn’t my birthday, but when it was over, I made a couple wishes while looking through the golden kaleidoscope I found in my room.
I wished that G, our host, would know how much he blessed all of us for giving us the chance to celebrate our friend this way.
I wished that the waiters and chef from the party, who had overheard I couldn’t eat the food and wouldn’t rest until they had personally made and delivered my own special (incredibly delicious!!!) dinner, would know that I’ve never experienced care quite like that. And I wished that someone would make them feel that same way.
And I wished that sweet J would have a wonderful new year of her life—filled with hope, love, and true, deep joy.
by julie rybarczyk
