My mom hosted a wonderful baby “sprinkle” for our little girl this weekend.
On Saturday afternoon,
we gathered in my mom’s sweetly decorated house house
for coffee and tea and tons of desserts and finger foods.
It was delicate and perfect.
She made little decorative details with light and rose pink, baby's breath, and daisies.
This is my mom. Isn't she super trendy? She puts me to shame.
It was great to spend the afternoon with a wonderful group of women that I love kind of a lot.
My mom and mother-in-law, sister-in-law and future sister-in-law, a few friends,
and my aunt and cousins traveled f o u r hours to be there. How nice is that?
They showered our girl with the cutest little things.
Bows and flowers and everything pink.
It's all so strange to me but all these girly hings
get me so excited for the impending arrival of our little one.
Because it’s our second baby, we have all the baby gear and our needs are met,
so I had asked my mom not to have a baby shower for us even though I knew she really wanted to.
At the last minute she couldn't help herself.
She called me a month ago to ask again about having a shower.
Truthfully, I wasn't too reluctant to agree to a small celebration with family and a few friends.
I’m glad I did.
I felt the love for real.
I feel so blessed to know that our daughter is coming into a world
where so many people already love her.
Let's face it: times are tough and money is tight for everyone.
Schedules are filled and time is precious.
I know it because when we get invitations to go places,
Phil and I discuss budget and calendars before RSVPing
and sometimes it's a stretch.
So on Saturday when I walked into a room filled with women
I was touched that they would take time away from their families
and money from their budgets
to bless this child
... and me for sure.
These are women who really offer me more than enough support
-- by watching Jake or listening to me cry on the phone or by checking in on me via Facebook--
so the fact that they would do anything more for me was baffling and humbling.
Saying "thank you" wasn't enough.