First of all– thanks so much to those of you who took the time to share your story/advice/encouragement about what I posted here— whether in person, on Facebook, or on here.
You all made me feel so loved, and SO NORMAL. Thank you, thank you, thank you, I read each message with reverence. Thanks so much for taking the time to bless my day!
And, oh yes- speaking of the gift of children…
I want to put up some pictures from my dear friend Dawn`s little baby shower Sanny put on for her, along with Heather and myself. We had a lot of fun.
It`s safe to say- we are all just GIDDY for Dawn`s baby to get here- and so ha-a-a-appy for this miracle God is blessing them with.
That all sounded really cliched, but sometimes cliches are the best way to express yourself.
Here we are:
Dawn loves muchly the baby toy.
Her onlooking mother and mother in law, say affirmative!
Elle takes this as a good time to just go ahead and unwrap one of those awesome presents all by herself.
“You wove me in my mother`s womb…”
Erika and Cindy`s killer good recipe for coffee cake, that I will probably continue to make until I die.
Or until the nursing home tells me I can`t use the kitchen anymore.
Whichever is first.
I should share the recipe?
Well. It`s late, and there is only so much you can ask of me right now.
I saw this idea to paint tin cans for silverware holders somewhere on a blog. I would love to link it up, but have NO IDEA now, where I saw it.
If it`s you, and you`re mad, let me know. I would love to give you a little recognition.
The empty egg was to represent new life- not sure if anyone at the party got that or not…
Heather`s AWESOME fruit parfaits. Words cannot tell.
I *think* the yogurt, granola and peaches were all homemade by Heather. (Wonder woman!) She just had a baby herself (Wonder WOMAN!) or I would dial her up and convince her to share the granola recipe, right here, right now.
Maybe another day I will swing that- she said it was nice `n healthy.
I love the look of utter devotion and admiration little Jacqui has in her eyes for auntie Dawn on this picture.
Or from the side of her face, whatever.
I do not get sick of paper flowers, I love them so much.
You`re sick of them?
Go read another blog then.
Vintage baby shoes bless me.
How old is the child that wore them now? Dead? Did they have a good life wearing them?
Or. Did they grow up to be a really mean person? It`s just HARD to believe anyone with such innocent, cute little vintage shoes could ever be heartless and cruel.
“For this child we prayed.”
I love Matthew and Elle~
…somehow I think they are kindred spirits…
Too much good food!
you: ARRRGH! PAPER FLOWERS, PAPER FLOWERS.
(probably 10 fewer “N”s would have worked too.)