shower

There was a shower for me the second Saturday I was home. My mom organized it, and invited the women of my community to come and celebrate with us.  We had a great time, spending it catching up and laughing, and enjoying being together -- and eating, of course!  I feel so blessed to have grown up in such a place -- where people leave doors unlocked, where neighbors and friends look after each others' kids, and there's a general feeling of support everywhere. My parents are a part of a big group of friends, and the women in this group especially became my friends.

They are praying for me and for Baby and love me from afar.  It was a joy to be with them all again!  I can't wait to return next year sometime and introduce Baby to this very important community. In fact, I'm a little sad that we're so far away and have to resort to once (or twice) a year visits.

The nursery is going to have an African animal theme which is why there's a giraffe perched on the basket with the ultrasound photos and the picture frame we gave my mom announcing the pregnancy.

Dexter was pretty excited about all the packages that appeared in our house in the morning.  But don't worry, he wasn't around for the day - he and my dad went to a car show in Boston to leave the women in peace.  He was hoping there might be a coupon for a Range Rover in these bags. Alas, it wasn't to be. . .

I made cinnamon rolls. (sticky buns? either way, they're heaven, and kind of becoming my signature dish).

 Beth, Amy, Beth

 always good to have a baby at a shower! Emma Friedrich

 laughter

 Jill & Karen Rogati with Emma

I appreciate hand-made gifts SO much since I can't do a single thing crafty.  There were some incredible things - a gorgeous little sweater that is almost too precious to actually put on any child, a baby blanket, a home-made photo album book by Anne, who makes paper, and this stunning Elephant Quilt by Barbara, above.  I imagine hanging it on the wall of the baby's room. I love that she chose to (hand-sew!) elephants and I love the vibrant colors. 

all the ladies!

The day was a reminder of just how blessed I am, and certainly makes true the African Proverb "It takes a village to raise a child."  Essex is my village, and these are the women who helped to raise me. 

The day was perfect -- the last people didn't leave until 3:00 -- but my one regret is that I put my camera down too soon. I haven't mastered the art of eating, talking, and taking pictures all at the same time.  I'll work on that as I am always sorry not to have more photos, especially of the people.