I should warn you, the content of this post is not suitable for anyone who doesn’t want to be a little bit nauseated by how much love is oozing from my heart through my keyboard and onto your screens.
Last week it was my birthday.
It wasn’t a big one, although Taylor Swift has provided it with a catchy theme tune. And if I’m honest, there was a
tiny quite large part of me that wasn’t massively looking forward to it for reasons that are frankly too silly to put on the internet. But my own ridiculousness was outweighed by the ridiculously wonderful people in my life, and I was spoiled so rotten that I’m mildly concerned someone will tell me I’m past my use by date, pick me up, and throw me in the nearest bin.
There were flowers.
There was singing at work.
And a card from my colleagues decorated with printed pictures from a shared Pinterest board dedicated to my favourite things. (I love my team so much it hurts a little bit.)
There was a huge quantity of cheese thanks to the gorgeous National Events girls and Gordon’s finest offering.
And there was cake. There was so much cake.
And there were presents that made me feel inordinately loved and more than a little bit like a princess. Some of the most photogenic include…
And after Gordon’s with work, and coming home to a delicious spread of nibbles with my family, I had a very civilised afternoon tea at the weekend with some of my very favourite people in the world.
So to everyone who made my birthday the best birthday I can remember, this is me trying to put into words how much I love you. And failing a little bit. Because I can’t quantify it, except perhaps by saying that I love you more than cake. Which, as this calorie-laden post proves nicely, is high praise indeed.