I am a girl who likes to throw a party, though I haven't done as much throwing as I would have liked since we moved to SC, largely because the husband's residency friends were primarily the "drink 'til you drop...or drive" type, I was/have been teaching/working more than ever before, and our church friends do such a good job of getting get-togethers together I have left most of the throwing up to them. However, having a good party plays into my strengths: organization, cooking for a crowd, and making people do things (a girl's gotta know her strengths!). So I like to throw a party!
Today marks the first of my three (!!) baby showers, not one of which am I planning, organizing, throwing, or having anything to do with besides showing up, which, frankly, leaves me feeling a little a loose ends. Indeed, baby showers have really never been my thing. Usually when I go, I help in the kitchen until the food is over, and then volunteer to pack up the gifts and wrap supplies in neat, portable, convenient packages for the mom-to-be to take home. This task saves me from having to manufacture a response to each and every item as it is unwrapped, which is helpful since often my true reactions are "why in the world would you subject a child to wearing THAT??"
But today and in the future, I won't get to hide behind busywork. And I am worried. Particularly about today's shower, thrown by the husband's co-workers, the vast majority of whom I have never even met. I was absolutely speechless when they suggested having a shower in the first place. It's very sweet, since who am I to them, but what to expect from the unexpected? Who knows?! Updates to follow, in which I hope to say I learned some grace and graciousness...but who are we kidding??
So, the shower was low-key and had really great food, of which I ate lots and lots. I even won a door prize! And they gave me a lovely gift basket and gift cards and it was lovely. Did I mention the food? Meatballs, dude! And banana cream pie!