I turned 25 last week.
We did a lot of dreaming about what we could do for it because we like to celebrate ... well, anything!
So Brian planned this amazing dinner at Cured (which I talk about in this blog). We were going to drive down to San Antonio - car karaoke in full effect - and eat at our favorite place. We were getting giddy about doing something spontaneous on a Wednesday night- on a non date night! But before the romantic dinner I had planned a day alone to reflect on my friendships and writing letters.
So a few hours into the amazing solo time, I walked to town lake and suddenly saw a woman who looked JUST LIKE MY MOTHER... and then a man that most certainly was my father. Both there to meet me to celebrate the day they became parents. **feels**
So my mom and I grabbed kayaks and paddled out into the wind and had a blast while my dad took pictures from the bridge. My dad pointed out the classroom at Austin High, where he had sat as a student and thought about the daughter he had on the way. I just loved everything about it.
But when I got home I found a very sick Brian with a brave face determined to execute the plan.
I instantly knew what the new plan was and had to talk him down from the ledge of thinking he disappointed me by getting sick. My only request was that he would help me carry the mattress because we were about to have a night to remember.
57,000 apologies from Brian later, it was 10 pm and we were finally ready to order something and go pick it up in our pajamas. we poured over the Elizabeth Street and narrowed it down to basically everything.
So I got Brian to the car, because "NOTHING WILL GET US DOWN TODAY!"
We looked at each other and giggled and said "I love you".
... and the car wouldn't start.
A few bad words later, too late to cancel the food, it would take us 100 minutes to get there is we walked ... we once again learned the meaning of community. It took one text and four minutes before someone offered to pick up our food (far from his home) and bring it to us.
We've all been there when plans don't turn out.
Maybe it was the birthday joy, but I was reminded what setbacks can look like when you don't take yourself seriously. Didn't happen the way you imagined? Didn't meet your expectations? Lets do each other a favor and have a nice long belly laugh in these moments.
Happy stories, sad stories, dramatic, sorrowful, and joyous stories- every story is a love story... and here are some of mine.