When I was younger and unmarried and childless, I had a lot of opinions about things.
I still do, but things change. Some remain the same. Others evolve.
I used to feel very strongly about the "no kid parties" thing. I've seen things done over the years that just left a bad taste in my mouth. Plus, who needs that kind of stress?
So, yeah. I was all, "Not on my watch!"
Until one day. A day that cake started sounding really good to me and I remembered that this lady at work makes reaallly good cakes. Cake. That's easy enough.
Until the cake lady asked me what the theme would be.
And then I needed people to help us eat that cake I ordered, since it now had a theme and themed cakes need to be eaten. And how would I entertain those people? That's what people do at parties, right? Entertain the guests? They'd need food, too, right? What about balloons and bubbles? Yes, we must have balloons and bubbles. And really cute tableware from the display at Marshall's. Along with about a zillion other little things that all of a sudden became necessary.
Like 3 gallon jugs of margaritas.
Next thing you know, there was a party.
I know. I did it to myself.
But, honestly, it ended up being pretty fun!
I really was shocked.
There were adults and children and music and food and cake and an extra special guest that took up a good chunk of our driveway.
It was a gorgeous day that Playette will never remember, I know. But, I will, and so will others. I will be able to look back and think about the day that I realized how good it felt to have our friends come together to celebrate a milestone for our baby girl. They were generous and loving and kind and funny and helpful. It was a great moment in time and I appreciate everyone so very, very much.
It's hard to be away from so many people that we love, which makes the days like that of the party feel even better. I don't know how to explain it as eloquently as the emotion deserves, but it has to do with blooming where you're planted and the song about silver and gold that I learned in Brownies.
So much has changed in three years. Some things remain the same. Others evolve.
And it's good.
By the way, I was so happy she loved that cake.
That there was some good cake, y'all.