Time is flying, isn’t it? September quickly becomes February. October melts into April. Blink and a whole year has passed!
I have been wanting to post about Advent and Christmas preparations, but the time has just slipped through my fingers. Speaking of time–can you believe my new baby girl turned 1??? I can’t either. How could a whole year have passed?
Although I tried so hard to make this day not show up, to keep her little and let the months stretch out forever, time has a way of marching on and babies have a way of growing. Even though I didn’t want to think about her birthday, I couldn’t help planning her party.
Before she was born, I had picked up a child sized tea cup for Lovie Lu. It is a precious little thing of white china with pink roses and a gold rim. From that little trinket, I planned a whole party–a very first, very frilly tea party!
There were nights that I lay awake planning which tea cups would go on which table, how the tables would be arranged, which linens and laces I could use. I rifled through my draws of tableclothes and runners. Gently leafed through the linens that I had taken from my grandmother’s home and the doilies my great grandmother made. I searched through my china cabinet and the cedar chest that hold my mother and grandmother’s china set for my girls.
With all these little treasures, I planned a party fit for a very special princess. I didn’t have much to spend in the way of money, but I made up for that with hard work and creativity–and a little crystal, too!
Lovie Lu had a tea party shower complete with china and silver, why not do the same for her birthday? In my humble opinion, it was magical, it was beautiful, it was perfect!
Except that perfection doesn’t exist this side of heaven. A sweet little baby all wrapped in hope and heavenly scents is about as close as we come, but even there, perfection aludes us.
In my desire to have the perfect party, I could not wait to share the beauty of the day. I longed to pour over the photos as my little girl poured over her cards, examining each one and squealing with delight. I dreamt of my magazine worthy prints, my fabulous post, my awe inspiring Facebook share.
I could see in my mind how all would look. How everyone would ooh and aah over my special celebration. My baby girl is priceless, her party and photos would show the world just that!
I lost the forest for the trees!
More Than That and So Much More
Just as each of my children are more than a number, more than just moments or victories or social media likes–the true celebration of my daughter’s birth was more than a collection of photos to rival the pages of Martha Stewart’s magazine.
The celebration was a treasury of memories. An opportunity to thank God for all we had been blessed to have, all those prayers and wishes come true…all those moments that linger in my heart!
You see…those perfect pictures, the ones I saw in my mind as drool worthy…that was all pride! And God made sure I didn’t get puffed up!
Every photo came blurry. Vignettes that I worked hard to create were missed by my resident, family photographer. I felt such disappointment…such melancoly.
I gave up on the custom outfit. I gave up on the perfect cake and the Pinterest decorations. We used e-vites instead of engraved invitations. There were so many little touches and treats that I sacrificed for the good of the family, for our meager budget’s sake—now even the photos were offered up!