K.M.
J.,
My 40th birthday was last September. My husband pulled off the biggest surprise on me. My family all came in town for just a small family gathering at my home on my birthday (a Saturday). On Sunday, we were to go to a friend's house after church for fajita's on the grill because they hadn't been able to come to our home. I opened the door and walked in, because that's the kind of friends we are, there stood 60 of my best friends and family members, even my sister who had left earlier to head home. Anyway, that wasn't the best part. My friend had emailed all my friends asking them to send her a note written to me about what I meant to them. She did the most beautiful scrapbook with appropriate stickers and scrapbook stuff on every page with the letters that people wrote and pictures they sent. It took me 2 hours to read all of them. I cried all the way through. It was very touching to hear these people say the nicest and most sincere things about me. It is one of my most prized possessions. Anytime I am down, I pick it up for encouragement. My 40th birthday will be one of my best memories forever.
P.S.: Sorry it's so long.
Blessings,
K.