I love my husband. I mean, I really really do. I love him for reasons too numerous to count, but I can say that one of the reasons I love him is that he is a splendiferous celebrator. He says that his favorite day of the year is my birthday, and he always sets about making each one more amazing than the last with his incredible skills as a Magical-Day-Planner. He could teach a course on the finer points of said Magical Day Planning, and I am not in any way qualified to go into an explanation of his methods. For the most part, his secrets of smoothness are hidden to me and other mere mortals. But I do know one of the key ingredients to his planning, and it is this: Layers (also sometimes pronounced sassily, as in "LAY-yahs"). According to the Layer technique, in order to achieve the perfect day, it is necessary to orchestrate various surprises, ranging from small to breathtaking, and mix them all up with a heavy dose of mystery spiked with humor. Yesterday I turned 29, and he managed to top all my previous birthdays. He also enlisted Kiddo, who no doubt is destined to become Luke Skywalker to T's Yoda in the Orchestration of the Birthday Layers Department.
It was good times, people. We really didn't want the day to end...here we are squeezing the last bit of fun out of the day, right before bed: