The only surprise birthday party I ever had was when I turned seventeen. To this day I do not know how my mother kept this unexpected event such a secret, but she did. While Rose has asked me about surprise parties, somehow I find myself getting all sweaty and nervous just thinking about throwing a surprise party. More my style to plan and discuss, "What about this...and what other places do you want to see?"
We stayed on the 14th floor downtown. We visited museums and ate good food such as fried pickles and ravioli swimming in a roasted red pepper cream sauce.
We each had our favorite part.
Then we came home to no birthday cake (after all the birthday cake baker was away), but what we did have was friends and family....and seventeen candles on ice cream sundaes!
Happy 17th Birthday my sweet Rose.
You surprise me for the good on most days...