On the 12th of this month I will be celebrating being the mama of 3 amazing, challenging, wonderful children.
On the 17th of this month I will be celebrating 15 (!!) years of marriage.
On the 22nd of this month I will be celebrating 35 (!!) years on this earth.
It’s a big month, you guys.
When I returned from Mom 2.0, there was a box sitting right beside my bed.
My husband was off dealing with a wee bag kerfuffle.
Do I open it? Yes? No? After 15 years, it’s surely impossible to surprise me, right? I should just open it. But, I mean, the man went back to the airport for me, the least I could do was wait for him. Plus, he’d know. I’m crappy at lying and/or keeping secrets.
I didn’t open it, for the record.
When I did, I nearly passed out.
It seems that it IS possible to surprise me, even after 15 years together.
Do you know what it is?
He says. This makes me laugh. Do I? DO I.
It started with a tweet.
It looked like this.
And I searched and searched and searched.
And came up with nothing.
No “Kelly Ripa cream-coloured knot dress.”
No “Kelly Ripa Juno Awards dress”
No “Kelly Rips sings Titanic with Michael Buble”
I couldn’t find it. And I’m really good at this. I’m a fashion blogger, for crying out loud. I did an entire series for Mamapop on how to dress like people on television.
But he could.
And it’s mine.
And it’s Valentino.
And you can bet your ass that I’m wearing it right now in my home office singing “My Heart Will Go On” into my hairbrush. To my dog.
Because I can.
Because I married right.