Baby shower pivots
Monday morning cup of thoughts
Nature had her way with us these past few days in Phoenix, Maryland, where we were preparing for Amy’s baby shower on Sunday. Friday evening, an electrical storm (actually a tornado that touched down in a nearby town) came through just as we were returning home from shopping all afternoon for last-minute party essentials.
Literally as we were carrying bags in from the car, a storm the likes of which I’ve never experienced arrived. A lover of severe weather, I enjoyed parts of the experience, but I have to admit, it was a bit scary. We scurried inside, closed all windows, as the sky turned a deep shade of grey and the wind picked up with a ferocity that shook the many large trees surrounding the house. Thunder rolled nonstop for at least 30 minutes. Within an hour, the power and water were out, with zero updates on when it would be restored.
We spent the following day, Saturday, plotting and scheming how we might salvage the party if the power did not return. But in the end, without water, the outlook was grim. There are many things you can work around, but water is not one of them. We made a schedule for Sunday that could still work if the power was restored by 11 p.m. that night.
And luckily Mother Nature obliged us. The power returned by 8:00 p.m. Saturday night. Amy, Michael, and I went into action, working until after 11:00, cleaning up the debris on the outside deck, cleaning windows, among other tasks. There was an air of festivity in our efforts.
Adjusting the start time of the shower by an hour to allow more time to prepare the food, and paring our menu down somewhat, we were off to the market by 7:30 a.m. Sunday morning, collecting the groceries, flowers, and any last-minute necessities. Family arrived early and helped us arrange the charcuterie platters and all last-minute details. An undeniable joy filled the kitchen as everyone pitched in. And unbelievably we all stood ready when our first guests arrived at 2:00.
It was a delightful afternoon, bringing me to tears more times than I can count. The overwhelming emotions, the smiles on the faces, watching my beautiful daughter in her element, the two babies in attendance, and the love in the room-it was a lot to contain.
And the baby quilt I’ve become so attached to over the last few months has found its new home. I’ve made a lot of quilts in my many years, but never have I enjoyed the process quite as much as making this quilt. It was, without a doubt, a labor of love.
I’ll be back Friday with Part 2 of The revisiting of old wounds, a story about healing. If you haven’t read Part 1 yet, you can find that here.
Have a blessed week.
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not a baby shower, but a baby tornado? What do you have to do to get one of those??
The quilt turned out beautifully. That storms sounded fierce. I do love a passage in the Bible that says “God sends his blessings on the wind”. It sounds to me like many blessings were sent that day. Love you 😘