I woke up one Saturday morning, and as Noah slept and I cleaned the kitchen (thinking time), I sent a text to the lovely and talented Bianca Merkley, who happened to be with the equally lovely and talented Amy Vachal, and minutes later, we had live music. I called the concierge and our roof was unnecessarily difficult and spendy (Noah is worth the spend, but we're talkin' - we could have sent each of our guests home with a new puppy). Lightning struck my brain and I sent off a few emails to the Bishops (lay leaders) of the congregations that meet in our church building. And before I knew it, we had a courtyard in Chelsea with our name on it and invitations sent.
We spent the next week amassing and freezing berries, chilling Izze sodas, sweeping, clearing, stringing lights and lighting candles to transform our very "urban" setting into a courtyard concert.
It was the perfect evening celebrating 29 years of the most wonderful man I know.