The writer hit the nail on the head when he wrote, “My cup runneth over” (Psalm 23:5) and I have to say… mine does too. Only in my case it was an entire shower that was runnething. But then, showers tend to do that when you have 40+ people in them.
This past weekend was the very first party ever held in honor of The Flinglet. And party it was! One of my best friends from high school and her mom were the hostesses with the mostesses and I swear… these women do not miss a beat. They had printed out and framed pics of my week-by-week updates and had them displayed all over the house, there was a “thank you note station” with personalized pre-made “Baby Fling Thanks You” notecards complete with blank envelopes for people to fill out their addresses, balloons, streamers, ridiculous amounts of yummy food, drinks (preg-propriate bevs and something for the 21-and older non-knocked up crowd too!), people even got sent out the door with personalized lip-glosses that said “Baby Fehling” on the top. I mean… really?! Really.
A dear, dear friend/mentor shared wise, insightful, and hilarious (all words I would use to describe her too) parenting advice to the whole group, and while she was at it… gave us her burial instructions (“butt up in a thong with her her “Wondermom” banner draped over the casket).
I’ve heard that nothing compares to the overwhelming feeling of love that overcomes you when you first meet the baby that’s been kicking and flipping inside you for 9 (10!) months. I’d have to say a close 2nd must be the experience of being with the people in your life who already love that baby too.
My cup truly, truly runneth over… and so do my tear ducts.
