This is a tribute to my lobby gang for making yesterday the best birthday ever. You magically converted the reluctance of leaving the teens and the dreading to spend the whole day working to a beautiful, magnificent, colorful and joyous celebration. Opening the door to a dark room, lit more by ten smiling faces than the candles was indeed a pleasant surprise. The smile that the unanimous cry of happy birthday had triggered refuses to leave even now.
Every aspect had been well thought of, and perfectly executed. Be it the décor, the card, the beautiful messages, the perfect caricatures, the oooo.., and the “unknown” mermaid for which tipu had even practiced, or the ingenious thought of keeping me away from the room. Not once did I suspect the foul play in execution under my nose. Blowing those balloons, and waiting locked up in the dark room for me to come. Every bit of it was so thoughtful and touching.
Thank you for making me live the moments of the antecedent years again, when birthdays were about being the queen for the day, all eyes doting on you, people trying hard to make you feel special, celebrations, balloons, colors and sparkles. (Wish the snow spray had also worked.) It was overwhelming to see the kids again and become one myself. This has been the best thing that anyone has done for me. Putting in so much efforts to create such cherishable moments of my life.
