I'm so happy to be over that hump.
I'm sad to say that he didn't have the turn out that the others had...it was soooo hot and humid.
He also had about 4 close friends celebrating the same day.
It still was very nice and the people that were able to make it were wonderful and incredibly generous with my son.
Right before the party started I began to suffer the effects of all my party anxiety mixed with my regular anxiety and my procrastinating personality... and about an hour before the party started the crap hit the fan.
My cute new hair cut didn't look quite like I'd envisioned... it was damp and in a goofy looking clip thingy complete with a couple of different colored bobby pins holding the strays.
And about a gallon of hard hold helmet hairspray.
Then I melted our cordless phone when I laid it down on my darling daughter's straightener....
And I forgot tablecloths for the tables that were holding the food.
And with all this other stuff going on I worried that my eyeshadow was on unevenly.
I felt like a disheveled mess.
Oh well, the party was certainly not about me.
So who cares, really.
I'd rather tell you about my hands.
My right hands...
Yes, hands with an "s" I have more than my own pair.
I have a daughter that left this sweet coffee pot note...
And I have future a future son-in-law who ran home to get more tables.
And then ran home to get more coolers.
Then ran home to get some ice.
Then ran home to get some orange drink.
I think if I would have asked him to powder my nose he would have.
My sons and my daughter in law stepped up and did every crazy little thing I asked them to do, without question.
"Mom, you want the coffee creamer and sugar WHERE? Ooooookay, into the oven it goes.
Daddio was awesome....he worked like a Hebrew slave and then he pretended he was social.
For hours he talked and laughed and not once (not even once) did I have to search the house for him and discover him hiding under the bed in our room.
My sister made a card box on the fly and it was the nicest one I've ever seen. And she brought 3 pans of jello dessert (I'd asked her the night before if she could do one).
One of my sis-in-laws made a beautiful salad (and was thoughtful enough to bring dressings).
A girlfriend made a beautiful cake (free of charge...!!!) and on and on the list of helpful things people did for me could go...
I want to mention one little detail that had me walking light...and dancing in circles.
I would've done the sideways jump where my heels click together, if I wasn't scared I'd break a hip.
But that is how happy this thoughtful deed made me.
Here is the story....my girl, just home from running yet another errand for me said,
"Come upstairs mom when you get a minute"..
When I found a chance and caught up with her in our computer room she instructed me to "sit down, close your eyes and open your hands".
When I did, and opened my eyes she'd placed a package wrapped in pink iridescent paper, tied with a white ribbon and dotted with a little white bow.
I opened it to find....THIS......
A bracelet I'd seen and salivated over at the jewelry store the day before when we'd stopped by to have her engagement ring cleaned.
It was an expensive bracelet.... the surprise made me cry, and then I cried all the more when I thought of how hard she has to work taking care of other people's babies to earn the money she spent on it.
"I bought this for you" she said " for doing the fine job of getting three children through school. And because you are a good mom".
(Funny...these days she carries me)
All I can really say is....
Thank Heaven for little girls (and helpful sons)
And for big girls too.
Like my sister who cleaned for nearly two hours (straight) my filthy dirty kitchen and made it sparkle so brightly I almost needed sun glasses when I walked in. She did all this while I sat in the garage and shot the bull with some of my oldest and dearest friends.
Right hands....a girl can never have too many.
Thank you for blessing my life with your thoughtfulness, your helpfulness, your love....you know who you are.