Yesterday my wife successfully pulled off a legitimate surprise party for my birthday, which until now I honestly didn’t think was possible. We had already planned for my parents to come down for the weekend and stay at our apartment, which for me was a big step on its own. Even though I’ve lived on my own for the past 16 years, this was the first time my parents actually came and stayed with me. Kind of a big deal in the feeling-grown-up sense. Previously I either had roommates, lived in too small of a place or lived a couple thousand miles away. Not quite that convenient.