The party.
Every mom does this, I know! We stress about wanting every aspect and every detail perfect for our little perfect children. This was no different.
I never felt as stressed as I did with Madison {I mean, I had been through a first birthday and gave up the preconceived notion that every minute was going to go exactly as I had planned}. With Madison, I felt the more I willed something, then that would come to life {HAHA}. This time around, I lived and learned.
I would let what was going to be, just be.
The test began the morning we were setting up.
Ben had arrived early to reserve the pavilion with table clothes and his perfectly penmanship sign, "1st Birthday Party, 11:00, 9/28." I mean, wouldn't you feel terrible ruining a child's first birthday? The sign worked and we began setting up all the décor and arranging the food at 10:00. As Ben was going back and forth between the pavilion and our house, the wind started blowing. The table clothes were coming up, my beautiful "Happy 1st Birthday" banner and cute blue pom poms were being tossed. I was feeling my heart beat faster and faster and faster.
Then the sprinkles came.
I must breath, I should not stress, what will be will be.....But a few extra prayers may not hurt.
The Lord heard my call for peace and by 11:00 the wind turned into a relieving breeze, the sun was shining and all the kids were having fun on the play ground. A long sigh of relief and a few thankful prayers were said.
We started with some delicious chicken sandwiches and all things "golf." Wedge, slice, club, chip shot, all have golfing connotations.
The favors were a Bubble Guppy coloring book, twistable crayons, a mini fruit loop and a slinky. The banner across the barbeque said "Happy 1st Birthday." Shout out to my mom for designing all the amazing banners and food name plates. She truly brought to life what I was not so good at explaining. Thanks Mom!
Mary {thank you!} made cute cheese and peanut butter sandwiches cut out to look like a golf ball for the kids.
The kids had a community table. The rule was, no one eat off their own plate, and instead lick an item of food and pass that to your left.
On to a few presents.
And then of course the delicious and very anticipated cake smashing. Carson never took a bite of the cake. NEVER! I could not believe my sweet tooth baby would not even try a small crumb. A few chunks of frosting slipped in but most of the time he just enjoyed playing in the slipperiness.
The rest of the kids ate their chocolate brownie parfaits too. Carson instead found this much more enjoyable {maybe because I wanted him to eat the cake he chose just the opposite}.
I quickly realized this was the BEST party to date. I was able to enjoy each moment {a huge thanks to my husband on that, he took control of the camera and video camera. And also all the clean up was done by the time I realized nap time was looming. Such an amazing man! Thanks my honey!}
Watching Carson grow, walk and conquer these mile stones astounds me. I remember the moment I held him. I thought to myself, I know this will go fast but right now I can not imagine you even smiling, intentionally, at me. And look, 1 year later I feel the same. How are you walking to me and how are you shoveling chocolate brownie in your mouth?!?!
Moments. These moments are our memories. And this party was memorable!
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