Here's where the boys were while we (the ladies) cut the cake. My friends insisted that they sing to me...which was more like a serenade because they were all up on the hill around the fire singing down the hill to me. It made me laugh. :)
So he did it. He threw me a party. Of course I knew about it so the surprise was ruined...but it was wonderful (& I hate surprise parties remember?) Friends from high school, college, now....:) hotdogs, kettle chips, watermelon, cantaloupe, and a cake that my man ordered from a delicious bakery--not the grocery store bakery either.
All of my friends were SHOCKED (to say the least) that he pulled it off...without asking anyone for help. I wasn't. He's just that good. I got a good one girls. A really good one. :))))
The kids played on the trampoline (although apparently not in that picture) and with the drum set (always knew that was a good purchase--my neighbors may disagree) and even began a little cage fighting after dark (I was oblivious--hey! it was my birthday!--but hubs nipped it in the bud quickly--a keeper I tell ya!)
We roasted marshmallows and made smores and laughed at my crazy dislike of all things surprise. It.was.perfect.