happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear mr. hooooooo-ooot. happy birthday to YOU {and me}!
trying not to be emo over here- i mean, it's just a blog, for george's sake. let's not get too carried away. that being said, bear with me as i thank some muy importante peeps . . . like YOU.
a year ago i launched lil hoot. it's still pretty small potatoes {maybe always will be} but what isn't small at all is the overwhelming amount of encouragement i feel from my readers, friends, family, and colleagues {such a foncy word}.
i am forever grateful for my cheerleaders {you know who you are}
and also the relationships i've made because of my lil biz. it's been such big fun to conspire with such serious talent - wor-ship all of these ladies who are so. darn. good. at what they do.
in a {party/blog} world where competition and pettiness can prevail- you gals have managed to support and inspire in ways i don't even think you realize and it is truly appreciated.
you rock.
dear meredith,
you have given me and mr. hoot a gift like no other : your bananas documentation of my
parties with heart . . . and for that, my gratitude measures beyond words.
but i have to say our friendship is really the wind beneath lil hoot's wings.
thank you for always showing up with a smile - even when i ask you to pick up ginormous balloons on your way to shoot a party, or walk in to find a very "unfinished" party scene {ahum, sprinkle. . .}
you are the real deal, sister. and that, my friend, is worth celebrating every day.
love,
me
totes creepster, right? hey CBC, i promise i'm not leaving you for meredith . . . yet. ha. seriously tho, she's legit. {but no one compares to CBC. i really like you, a lot, hunny.}
okay, i'm babbling so i'll leave you all with this.
ahhhh-maze-balz.
i'm off to walk my dogs.
happy weekend!
and P.S. i love you. {okay, i'll try to refrain from overly corny blog posts for another year, but that's highly unlikely}
ooxx