Blooming 30

You can find part 1, A Sorrento From My Birthday here.


I was heavily consumed within my thoughts whilst staring at my family with much adoration and disbelief that I couldn’t quite fathom how my life had changed completely and utterly within a short span of a year.

My 29th had been spent curled up in bed with a sleeping Seven at my feet, absently staring down at the sapphire and diamond sparkler on my soon-to-be wedded finger, the slow movement of hand stretching my womb and the ever-present signs of impending labour as yet, another contraction tore across my back.

I imagined the final chapter to my roaring 20’s and everything that had encompassed the physical, mental and spiritual growth I had experienced over the past decade had not only been for the greater good. But, everyone who had had a part in the experience and the making of myself as a woman, sister/sister in law and mother had tweaked, tempered and somehow inspired me to grow.

My attention was soon brought to the present with Blake let out a piercing squeal of giddiness and I could feel my lips slowly moving into a smile and Mr. Darcy chuckling. However, I received a message telling me there was a little gift waiting outside my front gate.

Showing Mr. Darcy the message, I felt a swarm of butterflies takeover my stomach and we slowly made our way back home. Our short adventure back home was spent pointing out the odds and ends of everyday life to Blake and a quick sneaky pitstop for a birthday photo.

My feet touched our driveway and I let out the biggest gasp while clutching my hands to my chest because there, leaning against our pool gate was the most perfect-est of birthday surprises I had ever received.

My dearest friend, Morgan and her gorgeous husband (Mr. J) had delivered the most colourful and deliciously smelling flowers I could’ve imagined.

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Wiping away any evidence of a tear or two at the wonderful thought, I sent a heartfelt reply to Morgan and Mr. J for the wonderful bouquet. I decided after placing them in my kitchen, I needed to fanciest vase I owned and popped them into a concoction of sugary water.

A few minutes later, we heard the telltale signs of the gang having arrived at The Beach Shack as the sound of immense laughter filled the otherwise quiet air.

We greeted Lois, Red and Kaffy with a mass amount of hugs, kisses, squeezes and compliments about colouring and how tanned Lois looked. Much to my pale jealous bug.

Poppy and Nelly were greeted with an enormous sloppy kiss, cheeky and toothy grin from Blake before a piercing squeal burst our eardrums. It was only after this, we decided to move inside and out of the stinking hot Australian heat.

Lois and I delegated the men and Kaffy to the lounge room, in hopes of keeping a certain toddler entertained while they discussed bits and bobs about machinery, work and the need of a fire during the winter months. All the while, Lois and I prepared afternoon for the gang in the kitchen.

It was only then, did I notice Lois had something up her sleeve or rather behind her back.  Much to my surprise and overflowing emotions, Lois surprised me with two birthday bouquet of my all-time favourite flowers.

I wrapped Lois into the most tightest of hugs I could manage and thanked her for everything she had done, provided and sort for me. I really cannot explain, Dearest Reader, how truly blessed, honoured, deeply adored and loved by my family and friends I felt in that moment.

Time got away from us all as we sipped on icy cold drinks, ate mouthfuls of deliciously soft and decadent sponge cake before I went to kick back.

Only then, did Red look at the time and I was informed I needed to “hurry up and get ready for our evening. Because, Mum and Dad are going on a date!”

Not having the faintest notion of where we were going or what we were doing, I decided to follow in the footsteps of Angel and went full glam for my birthday.

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Truly migrating out of our comfort zones of jeans, a pair of boardies and t-shirts, Mr. Darcy and I settled on the idea of going grand as this was our only opportunity to not be associated as purely being ‘parents’.

Mr. Darcy wore a beautiful light blue collard shirt with embroidered blue palm trees sprinkled throughout and navy blue pressed chinos. To complete the look, he wore blue and white boat shoes.

As for me, I settled on the idea of wearing a dark royal blue ballgown. My favourite detailing of my dress is the hidden bra clips so your bra straps never pop out (I reckon all dresses should have this built into them!) and the beautiful rose detailing on the back, above the lower back and waist.

I also softly curled my hair, glammed up my every-day makeup look and settled on the idea of comfortable shoes.EBB163DD-E248-47D0-93E6-DD03F1D18DB2

Before making our escape into the night, I asked Lois to capture some of the brand new memories of my 30th and my newest decade.

I had not one iota of where we were going and was utmost giddy with tension as Mr. Darcy had planned my birthday surprises coming…. until Mr. Darcy dropped it halfway to our destination by accident. However, we settled into our journey and spoke about how we envisioned ourselves up until the point in time, where we saw ourselves in the next coming years and I asked the ever-popular question: “how does it feel to beat everyone’s assumptions of being divorced in 6 months?”.

Mr. Darcy burst into hysterics and thumped the steering wheel, we really settled into the thoughts of those who had stated we wouldn’t of lasted when the Heavens opened up.

Classing it as a new change and a cleansing of all of the negative crap that’d built up and piled over; we glanced over at one another and allowed the smile to stretch our lips. For we knew, it was a new beginning for both of us.

We arrived at our destination and left our mode of transport at Noosa Yacht and Rowing Club.

Holding onto my hand and a bag ladled with delightful morsels, Mr. Darcy and I slowly made our way down the wharf.

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Mr. Darcy settled into the perfect position and the lighting highlighted his good lucks and hinted at what lay beneath.

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While I was slightly occupied with my own photo while yelling out exactly how much I loved Mr. Darcy’s kneecaps (much to the amusement of onlookers); a horn blasted its way into the air.

After a call was made about how much someone loved my dress while a ferry tugged past, I watched in silence as Mr. Dary’s name was called out. Only to be informed the next ferry would be here shortly.

Mr. Darcy thanked the ferry driver and as casual as anything, Mr. Darcy announced we were spending the afternoon on a ferry.

Chugging my birthday afternoon up and down the Noosa River in hopes of catching a sunset and trying to beat the odds of staying dry. 

Shortly before I knew it, it was time to boarded our quant little ferry boat and were being greeted by Dan, the ferry man.

A final blasting of the horn, we started cruising down the river.

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We shared a few laughs as my dress billowed and in return, I received plenty of strange looks to go with it before we were casually asked by a couple of young twenty-somethings if we had recently gotten engaged.

Alas, I broke the news that we hadn’t gotten engaged, much to their disappointment. Much to our amusement, before announcing it was my 30th and it was a ‘child free date night’.

Having settled in for prime viewing stern, we both went quiet as we deeply immersed ourselves in the scenery before us

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Oh my, what a beautiful sight it was to behold.

What seemed to shakes out of our little quiet moment was Jack Johnsons’ Better Together and I only then noticed, it had Mr. Darcy trembling in his boat shoes.

As Dan mentioned the houses used for Air B&B rentals and the price range that would cost you an arm, leg and potentially your right testicle; we really settled in for the smooth glide down the passage.

Only to be ruined when my stomach let out a little rumble and it was only then, did I discover what was in the sealed bag Mr. Darcy had carried from the car.

Unzipping it and lying it out between us, Mr. Darcy had carefully settled an array of delicate little morsels, a snack or two in case I hadn’t been tidied over with the morsels and some amazing fine wine.

I truly let out a belly-deep laugh when Mr. Darcy announced our delicate morsels consisted of a box of Cheezels (something of which has a unique and special meaning to us both) and some crackers and dip.

As it was a licensed BYO drink (or alcohol if you so wished to incline), our deliciously wine…..

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Tasted something very similar to lemon, lime & bitters.

Having sipped and slathered our crackers away, we decided to head upstairs onto the deck and see what the scenery really had going for us.

As if waiting for someone to daringly go above and see if it were raining, since we had had a few spots of rain here and there, we were soon joined by some of our guests.

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Our passengers departed at Hastings Street alongside a few others and suddenly, it became quiet.

Only to be interrupted by the kind girls with crushed engagement dreams asking us if we would like to have a photo taken, to commemorate such a wonderful and joyous occasion. Least to say, that one shan’t be posted but rather kept into my memories folder.

Before the girls decided to head downstairs,  leaving Mr. Darcy and myself alone upstairs.

Grasping hands and snuggling into Mr. Darcy’s shoulder, we simply sat there in silence and deeply inhaled the salty air.

As we chugged back up the river and listened to Dan call out to a few of the people on the riverbank, we caught the most wonderful scenery and sunshine possible.

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In that moment, it truly blew me away how beautiful and magical each sunrise and sunset is because they are and never will be, the same.

Having grown a little cold from the offshore breeze and the slight sprinkling of rain, we made our way slowly down the ladder and back onto the deck.

Dan greeted us with a compliment of the weather and how lucky it is to rain on certain occasions before Mr. Darcy and I took a seat.

After what seemed like a truly spectacular morning and afternoon, I didn’t think it possibly could have gotten better until this happened….

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Mr. Darcy proposed with a cheezel.

Just like he had the first time when he bent down on a knee and asked me to spend the rest of his life with me.

And, like last time: I accepted.

 

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