So way back in 2009 this happened:
We were supposed to be celebrating my hubby’s 30th birthday (and his best friend Ray’s 31st). We rented a huge inflatable water slide and had a cook out with friends in the back yard of my Alexandria, La., yard. I used to throw some awesome parties!
It was time to cut the cake, I’d made two along with a couple dozen cupcakes to accommodate the 30 or so people we had but Michael said he bought another cake because I didn’t get enough. He sent me inside to get a knife to cut it. Needless to say I was a little peeved. There was plenty of cake.
I come back outside and everyone is staring at me as he starts to come toward me with a cake. My first instinct was, “Don’t you dare throw that at me,” and then I saw what was written on the cake, “Will you marry me?”
Of course I said yes. And here we are now — Michael will be 34 tomorrow, we are several states away and the biggest change is that we now have Miles. What a difference a few years can make!