Throwing A Party Is Hard Work…
When you're a kid, you never quite appreciate the effort that your parents go through to throw you a party--at least that was the case for me. I thought that parties just sort came together on their own.
I planned my son's first party of his life on Sunday for his baptism. I felt a lot of pressure to get it right since it was my first party as a mom. Dave and I agreed that we'd keep things simple. Well, that went out the door right away once the planning actually started.
Oh my goodness was it a lot of work! Between getting the house ready, cooking, cleaning and decorating--I have such a greater appreciation for my parents.
Two of my sisters came over on Saturday night to help me get everything ready. We cooked the entire meal ourselves (and I'm not much of a cook) and it turned out pretty well. We served up BBQ pulled chicken, cold salads, chips, fruit and cake.
Then, the weather started to take a turn for the worst. I was worried that after all of the planning and prepping for Charlie's big day, no one would show up because of the snow. If you remember, there was a blizzard on my wedding day in 2016. I thought, 'oh here we go again...'
Luckily, the roads were better on Sunday morning. We hopped into my car to head over to the church on Sunday, only to realize that my windshield was cracked. Yep. But, I kept telling myself not to let it ruin the day. Once we got to the church we realized that most of our family was able to make it, despite the weather.
The party went off without a hitch. It went so well, in fact, that I forgot I had a cracked windshield until I got into my car this morning. We had a crazy weekend, but it was all so worth it--and yes, the older I get the more I see my parents as superheros.