It was a whimsical simple Sunday birthday brunch, filled with family, friends, first loves, lovely pressies, floaty balloons and pretty cake.
I think it had everything a girl wants for her sweet 21st.
And the birthday girl seems delighted with the whole shenanigan that we managed to cook up, despite the worst of Melbourne weather. (Those damn hailstones really made a dent in all our meticulous plans but hey, we managed to schtick to some of them, thanks to our diligent awesome manly flower boy.)

Happy sweet 21st, girl. You deserved the best we can give you.

*Mika's I See You is on replay now. He has the cutest lyrics. This song brings to mind a guy taking the train everyday and sees this girl on it and slowly gets to know her reading preferences, her dress style, the way she talks on the phone, the way she bobs her head to the music in her iPod, the way she gives up her seat to an elderly gentlemen, the way she giggles to herself when she gets to the jokes section in the papers. And he quietly, surely falls in love with her. Lols. Cheesy, ey? *
I'm sitting across from you
I'm dreaming of the things I'd do
I don't speak, you don't know me at all

For fear of what you might do
I say nothing
But stare at you
And I'm dreaming, I'm tripping over you

Truth be told, my problem's old
You mean the world to me but you'll never know
You could be cruel to me
Why go risking the way that I see you
That I see you, that I see you, that I see you, that I see you, that I see you