This past weekend, two superpowers named Kara and Lori joined forces to throw a Baby Shower for these babes who are going totally bananas in my belly. I’m guessing that most people have a similar reaction to Baby Showers, Weddings, and Funerals. They attend them out of a sense of duty, but not necessarily love for the actual event. Not to say they don’t want to join in the communal celebration/mourning, but it does seem a little forced more often than not.
I just would like to make it clear that MY baby shower had no such people. Or, if there were folks who were not excited about it, once they stepped foot into Kara’s warm and amazing-smelling home, they became drunk with love of this particular Baby Shower. See, Lori and Kara created this event in a simple way. Amazing food and a welcoming environment mixed with a bit of champagne, and me being allowed to invite all these women who are truly the best ladies I’ve ever met. We sat in sun-drenched rooms, simply talking to each other and waiting for another sampling of food to fit into our bodies from the spread that had been communally created.
Roan popped in and out of the celebration, bouncing from our home across the street over to Kara’s to make sure I wasn’t diving into the prezzies without him. He was also smitten with the crepes (slathered with nutella and whipped cream) created by Lori. I’m guessing he ate 245 of them. Give or take a few.
And the gifts – I know it’s tacky to go on and on about “Well, I got this, and I got that, and…..blah blah blah” but you know? My friends are just really generous and kind, they know my family and they know me. I’ll just leave it at this – I’m so grateful for these people in my life. I am surrounded by more love and kindness than I probably deserve, and when I get a group of 25 wonder-women in one room, all of whom are looking out for me – it just knocks my socks off.
And 24 hours later, I am still full of crepes and cake. Yum.