This weekend eighteen of us got together to celebrate. "Let's get the next generation started!" one of my nieces said when she received the invitation to the baby shower for my middle daughter.
It's such an exciting time! May I apologize now to all my friends with grandchildren? I had no idea how amazing it is!
My oldest and youngest daughters planned the party, which was hosted by my sisters and sisters-in-law. The theme was Beanie Babies because we called the middle daughter Beanie when she was little. Well, actually, we still call her Beanie on occasion. :)
I can't begin to tell you how special and detailed the decorations were. The scheming sisters made sure that everything was about the mother-to-be! Questionnaires about her childhood brought hilarious answers and to tell you the truth I was a little dismayed to realize that I, her mother, couldn't remember some of the details. But I was busy then, you know?
We set up a "photo booth" in the alcove of our deck with a camera and a remote control. We took over 150 photos of us clowning around with Beanie Baby masks, a boa, and each other. After everyone else had finished, my daughter and her boyfriend went out and took a few pictures of themselves. I could see their love for each other in the photos. Then her boyfriend put the cat in one of the chairs. The end!
My favorite activity was writing future birthday cards to the child. The sisters had made a card for each year from one to twenty-one and those present chose one or two to write. I picked twelve and nineteen, realizing as I wrote my nineteen-year-old grandchild that I had picked the "last of childhood" and "last of teenage" years. Some of us put things in the cards (I won't mention what here because I'd like it to be a surprise for my daughter too). I cried to think that when the child is opening her nineteenth birthday card from me I will be eighty years old.
Sunday and Monday the house emptied, people getting into cars to drive east and north and to the airport. Today the roses that my youngest daughter arranged and put around the house still look beautiful. The house is back to its quiet, the cat wonders what happened to the rooms full of people, and I think about the wonderful weekend with family.