How can it be that weeks have passed already, since this post. I told you I'd let you know how it went....
And all was good. It did rain, for about half the day. There were tears from Helena, when, after 5 minutes, the pretty party streamers we hung indoors sagged with the intense humidity. But then the guests began to arrive, mayhem by-way of 12 children and as many adults crammed into our little home ensued, and the fun began.
The cake turned out just right...all thanks to daddy's decorating skills. I think she will remember these cakes and how much love he always puts into them, when she's grown :-)
Sharing the birthday with "Papa" and having uncle Dave, home briefly from the Appalachian Trail (to recover from Lyme disease, and sporting a beard!), was a special treat.
Halfway through, the sun came out, the day became hot and bright, and the much anticipated water balloon fight ensued. And, thankfully, we were able to eat cake and ice cream OUTSIDE, quite a boon to this very pregnant mama.
Through it all, someone or other, and one dear friend in particular, was on hand every time I began a sentence such as, "it's time to," or "I really should," or "I need to," to cut me off with, "OR YOU COULD DELEGATE."
And so I did. And you know what? Despite the fact that I didn't manage everything and nothing was perfect, everything was just wonderful....how's that for a good life lesson in the form of a party?
As I lay here now, very pregnant and writing this from bed with a pinched nerve, not doing all those last minute things on my "before baby arrives," list, but resting as my body truly seems to want, I'm pretty sure that, whenever this little one chooses to arrive, no matter what's done or undone, everything will be just wonderful anyway.