Best Birthday Ever.

It's official. I have the most thoughtful, wonderful husband on earth. I've been feeling a little lost the past couple months. A little depleted, and a little undernourished (spirit-wise). My full-time job is to nurture, and while I adore it, and the fact that I feel needed, I started to feel a bit gloomy that I'm always the nurturer and never the nurtured. I didn't vocalize this to Mike, but he apparently sensed it because he did everything possible under the sun to make my 35th birthday weekend the best it could possibly be. I am awed and honored and humbled.

I have no photos at the moment, but I have memories. The gist:

Friday we went to dinner at a yummy Thai restaurant. Instead of heading home, he surprised me with tickets to "Jekyll and Hyde" downtown. After that, he surprised me with a night in the Hotel Savery, the place we stayed the night we got engaged. The next morning we ate brunch at a fabulous spot downtown, and then he surprised me with FOUR hours at the spa. Facial, massage, manicure, pedicure. Prior to this experience, I was pretty sure the only women that spent four hours at a spa in one day were named Muffy. After the spa, I was informed that I had an hour to shower and get dressed for dinner, as we were meeting long-time friends Colleen and Logan at one of my favorite spots, Dos Rios. Woohoo, jalepeno margaritas! We show up to my surprise party. I. ALWAYS. WANTED. A. SURPRISE. PARTY.

My brother was there, old grad school and college friends, neighbors, new friends. Nothing makes you feel more honored and special than having people show up just for you when it's your time to have a moment. It was amazing. The food was great, Mike hosted an open bar, and the cupcakes were to die for. Love. The best touches for me were that Mike picked some of my old favorites to be playing as background music during the party (Ani, Tori Amos, Sarah McLaughlin), and gave me a card at the end of the night with some very thoughtful and sweet words.

We stayed at the Savery again that night. After breakfast the next morning, we picked up the kiddos from my parents and enjoyed a quiet afternoon at home. He then took Monday off for my "real" birthday, despite the fact that I feel like I've been so pampered that now I'm starting to feel guilty for all the extra love. Breakfast out again at one of my favorite spots. This afternoon a good friend stopped by with a birthday gift, which happened to be something I've had on my "wish" list since I borrowed her's this past summer (saucer!) And tomorrow another good friend is taking me out to a new place I've been wanting to try for breakfast. I'm officially getting spoiled for a full week, and I'm pretty sure I'll be both dismayed and relieved to re-enter reality again.

I'm just so seriously humbled and grateful.