I'm feeling lucky
This weekend, my sister-in-law hosted the most fabulous baby shower for me. It was such a well-organized affair (as those who read Mary's blog would expect from someone so on top of everything), with beautiful decorations, great food, scrumptious cakes (yes, cakes, plural—a chocolate one and a tres leches, and yes, I had a piece of both), so many loved ones, and mountains of presents for me and the future member of our family. Quite fittingly, the party reminded me of my bridal shower a couple years ago, when I felt overwhelmed with all the love that surrounds me. There's just no other reason to throw or attend a shower than love—it's not like you go for the food or because you had nothing better to do on a Saturday afternoon than hang out with a bunch of your friend's friends you might not know all that well. You go purely as an expression of your love and support for someone who's experiencing a profound life change, and I have to say I've been really deeply moved at both of my showers. It's really precious, the feeling that you don't want a moment to end. I felt that a lot yesterday, and for that, I consider myself very lucky.