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June 18, 2025
I woke up on Wednesday morning, the day of my 50th birthday party, filled with excitement and a long to-do list. I ran all the last-minute errands a party requires, got my nails and lashes done, finalized my outfit, and packed my suitcase. I couldn’t decide what I was more excited about: the dinner party that night or leaving at 9:30 to race to the airport to catch a flight to Mexico to celebrate with my love.
It was a lot, but all so exciting and monumental. I tried hard to cherish the moments and be present, knowing they’d all be gone before I knew it. My heart was full of anticipation as my daughters and I arranged the flowers for the dinner table, and I quickly texted Mathew to confirm the address and asked what time he planned to arrive.
I was curling my hair when my phone rang.
