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Surprise! My People Love Me...

I absolutely have the best boyfriend and friends in the world. Last night, they got together to throw me a surprise birthday party. My birthday is next weekend, but I'll be home celebrating with my mom -- with whom I share a birthday. Normally my friends and I celebrate when I get back, but this time my homegirl -- the event planner extraordinaire -- will be throwing a paid party. So she told me she'd cook dinner for me and my boyfriend. When I left my house, I thought it was just going to be me, New Boo, my homie and one other friend. Imagine my surprise when everyone was there.

But let me back up and say that it blessed me even more that New Boo was there. He had to work, so I thought he'd be meeting me at my friend's house. But he came home first. It touched me that he'd realize how much this meant to me and actually come through for me. When he got here, I was on the verge of tears. Why? Because disappointment I'm used to. Disappointment I can handle. When people do what they say they're going to do, I don't always know how to handle it. And even though I'm extremely open with him, I didn't want him to see that.

So I was already emotional when we got to my friend's house. And when I saw all my friends gathered there, I literally almost burst into tears. My friend, a practical, no-nonsense person who knows me extremely well, said, "You betta not cry." So I had to go in the bathroom to pull myself together.

The party was great, and it was so good to formally introduce New Boo to my friends. He was a perfect gentleman and I appreciated how cool he was with everyone. At the end of the night, we came home and all was well. Even though we had planned to have some extra fun at home, we were both tired and we just fell out.

New Boo had to go to work this morning. As he was leaving, I reached up to give him a hug. He did the splits to get to my level, and I thanked him for last night. He said, "You deserve it."

You can't beat that with a stick.

Comments

JB said…
Isn't it funny how when people are mean, it's easy to deal with it, but when people are kind it tears you open? I love that, but it's embarrassing. Be blessed. You deserve it.

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