When the UPS guy visits our house chaos ensues. He rings the doorbell twice and sometimes pounds on the front door. This makes Scout go insane barking which is where all the feelings of chaos come from. So on Saturday afternoon I was upstairs getting dressed and I heard the ringing and pounding and barking and knew that either Drew's gift was being delivered or someone was ignoring the "no soliciting" sign on our door.
Turns out it was Drew's gift. Drew brought in the box and when I came downstairs I saw it sitting there by the door. He looked at me, I looked at him and said, "you want to open it now?"
So he opened it.
I had been planning this gift for months and was so excited to see his reaction.
This is what he opened...
Months ago I asked our families and a few close friends to write a letter to Drew. I compiled them all with photos and had it printed in a leather bound book.
He opened up the book to the first page and tears immediately started rolling down his cheeks. There were some pages where he would just close the book and squeeze his eyes shut trying to compose himself.
It was a such sweet thing to watch. I almost grabbed the camera but I didn't want to interrupt what felt like such a sacred moment. It really was wonderful.
Bam. Best. Gift. Ever.
That was until the next day when his family got him an iphone.
More photos from birthday celebrations
(which is basically just more adorable photos of our baby)
he got a sweet book of letters,
a shopping trip at H&M,
his favorite birthday cupcakes,
played some poker with friends,
made some mountain pies over the fire,
has a wife & a baby & a family that love him completely.
30 isn't looking that bad eh Drew Jones?
It definitely looks good on you.