More Like a Flood

What a whirlwind week behind me… the weekday part was sort of uneventful; it just flew by really quickly. But Saturday. Oh man. A baby shower. Not just any baby shower. The best ever baby girl baby shower. I’m not even kidding when I say these girlfriends have been on it since May. The one right before June. The one that was going on 5 months ago. I mean, I can’t say the planning was full-on back then, but the spear-heading happened even before we were out of school for summer! And I truly have no words. I, of all people, am speechless. These girls have been so hush-hush and googly giggly in their high-pitched, grinning-faced “I don’t know what you’re talking about” tones when asked ANYTHING about it. And I don’t guess I “let go” very often. I offered all kinds of help. I offered homemade cheesecake, but the only place I was told I’d be allowed to serve it would be from the front porch if I brought it.

Enter center-stage: Saturday morning. I walked in the front door of Jackie’s home to the most breath-taking display of darlingness and delicious goodies. I just wanted to fall all over it gushing. And so I did. There was a clothes-line on the mantel with some of the cutest little outfits on the face of the planet. But the clothespins holding everything were no ordinary clothespins. Em covered each one in little bits of darling papers matching the darling hand-cut R’s sticking out of each of the darling cupcakes from Cuppies and Joe. Did I mention all things darling? Darling I tell you! As if that weren’t enough, so many people we invited came. I guess that’s not that odd, but I’m used to being the one throwing the party. I hadn’t ever thought about being the one on the other end.

With my oldest, my gracious friend and I planned the shower on the same date as the OU/Texas football game like two idiots. Around here, one MUST adjust any wedding dates or big party planning around Sooner football. True story. But somehow that completely slipped our minds. Four people came. Count them. Four. That includes me and my own mom. And with my second, my best childhood friend and her mom threw a shower that was truly so, so wonderful. But there really was something completely angelic and fluffy-cloudy about this baby girl shower – the very first baby girl shower I’ve ever been given… and the love put into it was so overwhelming. There truly is something so touching about having the depth of admiration for a friend validated. Sure, we tell each other we love each other. We count on each other. But this was just such a quiet labor of love – the depths of which are truly harder to find as I get older.

And I still haven’t gotten over it. Really above everything, it was the group of people – able to attend or contribute in one way or another. Everything felt so well-balanced and meshed. Talk about a warm-fuzzy!

“Thank you” is simply not an adequate expression.





Me with Hostesses - Casi, Jackie & Emily: