Ready for the last and final post of my Birthday Bash series? This one is a real doozey, with around 40 pictures and even more memories 😀 Let’s get digging shall we?
Before we get to the slew of wonderful pictures, I need to back up and tell you a little story: Everyday of the week leading up to my party I checked the weather devotedly, and prayed that it would be clear and beautiful. I prayed and prayed, hoped and hoped, and when the evening before the party rolled around, I looked up into the clear night sky and my expectations soared and I was confident that we would have sunshine and perfection the following day. The morning seemed pretty dewey and lovely, and we girls were reassuring ourselves against the looming forecast of rain, saying “But there’s dew on the ground! That means no rain!”, etc. But it rained. Nay, it didn’t rain, it poured. Thunder, lightning, wind: the whole shebang! I was in the shower while the worst of it hit, and evidently blew our big beautiful tent a couple inches over. I came down from the bathroom, and hearing voices speaking of “changing plans” and “She won’t mind. She can’t mind!”, ran outside and saw before my eyes all our hard work that morning of setting up tables and flower arrangements, all tossed about and in the wettest and soppiest of disorders, the ground under our party tent utterly soaked in dismal puddles. Mom and Brigid related to me the fact that at this point, no dancing would be taking place under the tent, and instead would be done down in the basement.
Now, I have been waiting for my birthday dance to be held under our party tent for four years. And then, a storm was to ruin so much of what my hopes and dreams for this party were resting upon. “No… NO!” I shouted, still in shock and disbelief that four years of hopes and desires would be dashed to pieces on the wet, cold pavement under my bare feet. I ran up to my bedroom, and sobbed. Just sobbed. I couldn’t believe that God (in my eyes) hadn’t listened to my prayers and was putting such a heavy trial upon my shoulders. I was angry. I was upset. At my own dear Lord I was miserably upset. Why? Why did my party, the last of it’s kind in the Boyer household, have to break so much tradition? Why couldn’t I have that small hope of dancing the night away in the cool of a Summer’s eve, under our big beautiful party tent. Why? Was it so much to ask?
No, of course it wasn’t. But I didn’t know that at the time.
I wiped my eyes, and tried my best to hold back the tears as I got ready for the big dance. I truly didn’t imagine my spirits would be so low and so cloudy like the skies above me, when the guests began to arrive. I gave my best friend Hannah a big, fierce hug, trying to push away the storm of emotions still twisting about in my heart like a tornado. I masked my inward depression with adrenalin and smiles, trying to focus on what was in front of me, and not the looming, dreaded thought of dancing in the cold, ordinary basement.
I know that at this point I must sound like a complete drama queen, and I won’t deny it: I am. I can be a big emotional wreck at times when things don’t go my way. I’m not perfect, and I have never claimed to be. But when it comes to years upon years of expectation and hope stacked on each other like jenga bricks, and then that one gets pulled that tears the whole structure down with it, who’s not to be disappointed? That was the exact way that it felt for me, and I thought that God had completely abandoned my prayers and had shut that door that I had so tried to pry open.
We sat down to eat, and I had absolutely no appetite. The delicious chili cheese dog, fruit, and caesar salad stared up at me disconsolately as I pushed around my food and made conversation with the wonderful friends seated at my table. I laughed, I teased, was teased, and had a jolly good time; but when we got to the top of a roller coaster hill, and had laughed at some joke or other, after which silence reigned, my high spirits clung to the edge of my seat as my cart sped down hill with more might than climbing up. To tell the truth, I honestly didn’t realize at the time that the reason for my low spirits was the rain, until I got up from dinner, and noticed a very odd thing taking place under the tent. Was it true, did my eyes genuinely behold it? The rain had stopped, and the boys were sweeping out the water from under the tent.
Oh what serendipity seized my heart the moment Brigid confirmed, a board grin across her face, that yes, we would be dancing under the tent tonight.
At that point, I pushed myself out of the dark corner of the room I was trapped in, as the door I had so desperately tried to unlock with my bare hands, swung open. And I walked out in the bright daylight of truth. God hadn’t forsaken me. He knew all along that He had in store for me the best birthday present I could have asked for. I knew He was laughing right along with me at my lack of trust in Him, my lack of faith, and my lack of rejoicing no matter what the circumstance.
Prior to my party, I had asked my Dad what characteristic I could work on in this new year of my life. After many days of thought, he finally told me: contentment. The evening of my party, God confirmed that. In the midst of the cheer and celebration that our parties always hold, God had taught me a lesson, brought me through a trial, and led me by the hand through a dark valley. I don’t think I shall ever forget that day, when sorrow lay siege to my heart and broke down my flimsy wall of faith; and that evening, when God replaced sorrow with joy, and lay down new, strong bricks of faith.
Ok, ok, I’ve kept you long enough with my tale! Now onto the pictures 😀
It is tradition for Dad to read to us the blessing from Numbers 6:24-26. Definitely a more emotional part of the evening for me 🙂
Can I just say? Men in kilts make me happy. They just do. 🙂
Ready? Set? GO!
I love their *grand* entrance 😀
Kudos to you if you spot the easter egg in this picture (hint: it has to do with a rather humorous face 😉 )
I have only one comment for this one: Skirt for Miiiiiiiles 😀
Our friend, Levi (the only guy other than my Dad in a kilt), gave to me the most wonderful surprise: Happy Birthday on the Bagpipes! Priceless. 🙂
Pie and Strawberry Shortcakes for dessert! It was so delicious. SO delicious.
There was one dance that didn’t get documented in either form of photo or video, but was definitely the best of the night. As I was putting together my party playlist the month prior, I discovered Owl City (and have now become a very devoted fan, let me tell you!). I knew that I wanted to include at least one of his songs for a dance, and selected “Good Time” to be the tune for the last Virginia Reel. Well, guests were beginning to leave and we rushed about to get the “last” dance in order (which actually wasn’t the last: we danced around 3 or 4 more after that lol!), and instead of getting to dance the Dashing White Sergeant with Levi, I got to be partnered with him for the final Virginia Reel. Now, funny story: Levi helped us teach and put together the playlist for the dances, and when I told him via email that we would have an Owl City song for the last VR, he was quite dubious. As we leaped into the first steps of the dance, however, he commented that it was actually a very good song for the dance. Hehehe 🙂 We looped the song twice, and had an absolute blast. I won’t deny it, I had my fists pumping, and was shouting, whooping, and singing along where I could find breath (I even thought of clicking me heels once or twice, though a good opportunity never did present itself 😉 ). It was the definition of “Good Time”, let me tell you!
Jess had the brilliant idea of documenting the prep for my party on video, which collaboration of footage I attached below. I hope you enjoy getting a further peak into what it was like setting up, and then dancing the night away 🙂
Has God taught you any lessons in unlikely ways?
-Charlotte, the youngest sister & singer