Two years ago I threw my husband a luau-themed birthday celebration.
It was kind of, well, amazing.

It wasn't big or anything, just wonderful family that came to visit- but it was a bit of a milestone birthday and I wanted to make sure that we did something special to celebrate.
I was, however, at a loss.
I seriously had no idea how to make this big day special for him in a way that he would like.
I don't know exactly when the Hawaiian theme idea struck me, but it was after months and months of stressing over what I was going to do. I'm not good at this stuff. I really wish I was, it seems like one of those things most women are born with.
All I know is, somewhere along the line as his big day approached the idea struck me, I deemed it brilliant, and I ran with it.
I pretty much bought Party City out of tropical decor.
I bought him a grass skirt, Hawaiian shirt, and coconut bra (yes, you read that correctly).
I made a very beach-y playlist on Apple Music.
I created a super tropical menu.