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30 things in 1 day

hello friends. its been a crazy week since i last posted. more on that later (one word: pottytraining, which is actually two words, but who really cares?). anyway, i wanted to follow up to my last post which was a celebration of shannon's 30th birthday. on her big day we celebrated by accomplishing 30 items which she had put on a list. one of the items, for example, was to change her cell phone ringtone to happy birthday. one of the other items on her list was that she would take 30 pictures to document her day. and so here you can see a few of the results....


i made her this cake which not only has 30 inferno-bright candles, but also is decorated with 30 m and m's. we ate cake for breakfast, which was another item on her list.

it was a big day, you know? as she said, you only turn 30 once. so we treated it like the new years and stayed up the night before to count down to midnight, and then we toasted in the new year, and then we celebrated by...turning off the lights and surrendering to our exhaustion.
i remember when midnight used to feel like the starting point for the night. now, as a parent, midnight is the new 4 am. anyway, back to shannon's birthday...


another item on the list was to spend 30 dollars at a store. she bought a dress at kohl's and spent, you guessed it, exactly $30. it was an awesome day, full of fun stuff like finding her birthday verse and eating exotic food. she gave the kids 30 kisses, watched 13 going on 30, and even got me to do things like clean out the inside of the van and wash my pillowcase. this was a very big deal. she also took 30 pennies down to the raritan river right by the old mill in clinton and made 30 wishes, one by one throwing her pennies in.



we had a great day of celebrating and playing and laughing and just being a family together. my wish, if i had to choose just one, is a life filled with more days like this one. days of adventure and experience and joy in the moment.
greg.
ps. stay tuned for more posts about potty training, my pillowcase, and whatever else crosses my mind.


Comments

mary said…
That sounds like the best kind of day ever! i love those kind of days. on the 100th day of school my senior year of college...we challenged all of our friends to complete a list of 100 things. whoever did the most...got a prize :) i came in second place :) im glad you guys keep life interesting!
Crafty P said…
fun stuff!

now to scrapbook all those pictures in a minibook and document the amazing passage into the THIRTIES!

Welcome Shannon!!!!
mego said…
What a fun day! From what I can remember from talking to Shannon there were some key items you left off the list....hmmm.....
greg. said…
yes, megan, there was at least one illegal act on the list. i didn't put it here for fear of law enforcement officials finding it.

oh, wait, you meant something else...

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