The Shower Was A Hoot

The Shower Was A Hoot

Well, I'll be, who would have thought you could have that much fun on a Wednesday afternoon.

As you may have guessed from the title I'm talking about a baby shower. Not just any shower mind you, this one was for a very special person in my life. My cousin. She is six years younger than I am and during my teen years she lived with us for several years. You might call her my adopted sister. We really are that close. But judging by the relationship I have with my sister we are actually much closer. Haha!

Seriously, I am not the type of person that can really get into these types of celebrations. Mainly because I feel like they are really getting pushed on us. It feels like I am invited (read required) to one every couple of months for the women at work. To be far though I guess you can say that that is a little bit different since it really feels like an obligation. They post about them on the company notification board in the break room and you are expected to attend. The prospective mommies (and sometimes daddies, seriously this is a thing!) have also learned that having their "baby shower" at work is quite beneficial because they get several hundred dollars worth of gifts. They also have another baby shower with their family and friends so I feel like that is double dipping.

On the other hand the shower that I enjoyed with my cousin was very special. I got really sentimental and ended up giving an impromptu speech that, while went over well, left me feeling a little red in the face.

To me the idea was super cute, they picked little owls for the shower. And they received a lot of items with them on for her baby which is a plus, she loves owls. I remember spending many evenings out on the back porch of my family home with her listing to the owls hoot. Oh, no, here I go getting sentimental again.

What can I say about the baby shower that you haven't heard before. Something that isn't too mushy… Well, I was honestly surprised when I first went. Like I said before my experience with these types of celebrations has been more along the lines of the formal office variety. And as I have already made clear, they do not appeal to me that much. On the other hand this wasn't a gift grab.

When I arrived it was just getting started. She didn't want to have me help since we are "like sisters" and she felt like the connection was too close. So that meant that she elevated me to the role helper. 🙂 I ended up helping in the kitchen as well as helping the hostess serve the coffee and cake. This made me happy since I felt included in the whole affair. As you might have noticed I am he type of person that loves to organize things and having a chance to plan a party of this nature would have been an amazing chance for me to OCD. Hum, maybe that is why she didn't want me to help.

To close out this post I wanted to share the bast part of the day. Something that really floored me, hint this inspired the speech, and still makes my head spin when I think about it. Sarah asked me to be the godmother of her child.

When you go to showers you expected to give gifts not receive them, that she would want me to step in and fill that role for her is one of the most cherished moments in my life. It goes together with my wedding, the birth or our daughter and, well that is about it. This is a memory I want to hold dear and cherish for the rest of my days. Well, I warned you that I was feeling really sentimental right now.

Thanks for putting up with me.

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