Mae's Garden Themed First Birthday Party

I already feel emotional writing this post. I LOVE planning my children’s first birthday parties. Like, I’ve-considered-planning-parties-as-my-job level love it. I enjoy the challenge of choosing a unique theme and finding a way to tell a story to create a world of wonder and joy where we can celebrate with our nearest and dearest.

Note: Mae’s party was in November 2019, it’s just being shared a year later!

I start the planning process months in advance because I enjoy it and because it helps me emotionally and mentally prepare for the milestone. Every Momma is different, this is just part of how I’m wired to do it.

Developing a Theme

Early on, a garden party idea inspired me for Mae, all sprouting (see what I did there?) from the classic rhyme I personalized for her: April showers bring Mae flowers, Join us as we celebrate Twelve Months of Mae.” (insert my giddy smile here). I loved it.

My first iteration was a very colorful and classic take on a garden including clay pots and white picket fences. But as I got further into the process, I was drawn to a whimsical, fairytale approach. Once I landed here, the floodgates opened and I was off to the races.

I knew I wanted to work with an illustrator to create an invitation and a few printable pieces for the party to make the theme really shine. My friend Kayla, who also did Fox’s first birthday invitation, created the sweetest “Twelve Months of Mae” design for the special day. It featured happy flowers, a pretty pink bow, and a few sweet little butterflies!

In addition to the invitation (which is still hanging in Mae’s room because I love it so much) she designed a display for me to share Mae’s monthly photos. Since the party theme was based on the twelve months of her life, I wanted to give it a grand display!

Party Decor

I enjoy setting the tone for a party and creating a special experience for guests as soon as possible. This starts with the invitation, and at Mae’s party guests were welcomed with a heart-shaped balloon-lined walkway and paper lantern porch. I loved how special and celebratory it felt. And most of all, Mae was a fan, which is enough for me!

Fox helped Woody secure the balloons along the walkway. He was such a happy helper, and I love this sweet photo of him.

The runner on this table was from our wedding reception! I love reusing pieces that are beautiful and meaningful.

The inside felt like walking into a colorful, oversized garden, and I was pretty touched when one friend got misty-eyed upon entering! For me, a celebration is an opportunity to transport guests to a memorable place that we share together. By breaking up our everyday life, a party gives us a moment in time to experience and remember collectively.

I started creating paper flowers in the summer, and I was captivated by the art of it. Before I knew it, I was special ordering tissue paper from Etsy and clearing out space in our small historic home to store all my creations! I followed a video tutorial, and made my own tweaks as I learned the technique. Friends and family jumped in on the fun when they could, and Mae’s garden really started to take shape!

I have a thing for making birthday hats, and these were surprisingly easy to do! I used a mix of white, ivory, and blush cardstock paper and painted them with watercolors. Then, I rolled them, hot glued the edges, and later added the elastic band. They were a darling touch!

A “Mae”mosa bar? I couldn’t resist.

I saw the idea on Pinterest to add butterflies to a paper lantern, and I knew I had to incorporate it. I love the light and airy, fanciful touch they give to the dining room. I found two floral garlands on major sale at Michael’s (I guess that’s one perk of buying springy florals for a party happening in a fall month!) and ended up winding them around our chandelier, which turned out really pretty. I was also thrilled to find two Land of Nod butterflies at a clothing consignment sale. The colors were perfect and added a nice three-dimensional element!

the cake + Treats

I used my favorite local baker, Bec’s Cakes, for the cake, and since we were doing such a springy party in the middle of fall, I decided to give a slight nod to the actual season we were in and do a pumpkin flavored cake. It was DIVINE. I chose to do a cupcake for Mae instead of a larger smash cake, and I’m so glad I did. She enjoyed it, and I didn’t have to stop her from eating the whole thing—which she did quite happily! I also splurged on some gorgeous cookies by Rea Bakes, and she did a stunning job using the invitation as inspiration for these sweet treats!

I’ve seen so many cute high chair banners like this, and while I was feeling crafty, I decided to try my hand at it! Turned out really sweet!

Mae sharing her cupcake with Daddy melts my heart every time.

The Experience

My friend Rachel is a pro at thinking through the practical ways people experience a party. Things like, “does everyone have a seat?” and “is the food easy for children to eat?” and so on. I often stop at “is it pretty?” and go from there! ha! But she has taught be that an event can (and should!) be pretty and functional. So for Mae’s celebration, I cleared out some of our living room furniture and added bistro tables to accommodate more guests. I also put the food on a long folding table in the kitchen (I usually display it in the dining room) to allow guests to sit at our dining table. Additionally, I had a ball pit for the kids to play in as well as the most precious picnic basket lunches for the children, which were inspired by an adorable party I found online!

Sentimental Touches

I am about as sentimental as they come, and there are a few extra-special details from Mae’s party that still make my heart pitter-patter! First of all—Y’all. She wore the same dress I wore to my first birthday party! I cannot even get over this! Props to my Mom who thought to save it and who preserved it so well (wonder where I get my sentimental side from?!). Mae looked absolutely precious in it, and it just happened to fit her party theme to perfection.

One of my favorite elements from Mae’s nursery is her custom curtains from Fireflies & Fairytales. When I chose the garden theme for her party, I soon decided to incorporate the same fabric from her curtains into the decor. I worked with the precious team of Fireflies & Fairytales to have a runner made, and it even had the same pink-check ruffles as the curtains. It’s a beautiful keepsake, and I love that it’s connected to her nursery, where we spent so much time her first year.

As I did for Fox, I created a birthday plate for Mae with her hand print on the back and thumbprints as part of the design. I plan to use their birthday plates to serve them a special birthday meal every year, and I just love it!

Photography

As with any party, it’s the people you get to share it with that make it mean the most. I’m so thankful for our family and friends that love us well and celebrate these special milestones with us. As I look at the photos and see the happy faces and moments of conversation and interaction, my heart lights up.

One of the best decisions I’ve made for both my children’s first birthday parties is to invest in photography. My dear friend Mary Margaret is the QUEEN of capturing the details of an environment, and she helps preserve the sights and memories of a party with excellence. I can’t sing her praises loud enough!

These three babies were all born just weeks apart! We shared our pregnancies and their first year together, and it’s really special to see them all together here.

Toward the end of the party, we made the impromptu decision to let Mae open gifts on a quilt outside. The day was ideal with the warm sunshine and cool fall temps. As she opened, it was also the perfect spot to tell our guests goodbye as they began to depart (nap time was calling for many!). Mae was delighted and the kids loved playing outside. It’s one of my favorite memories from the day.

Thanks for sharing in these special memories! Whether large or small, I hope you gained some sort of idea or inspiration to help you enjoy your next celebration to the fullest. I love getting to share party fun, and I’m happy to answer any questions I may not have covered in the post!

xoxo!

A Mother’s Lullaby

We have our bedtime routine
And I wonder if you’ve waited for this moment all day.

You’re talkative and engaging—you laugh and cry and whine and cheer
All day long it’s a give-and-take figuring out exactly what you want or need.
But in our quiet nighttime moment, you give in, and it all ceases
And I think to myself that you’ve waited for this moment all day.

We put on your lotion which you try to eat.
We change your diaper, a process which you despise.
We put on pj’s—always struggling to get your little arms and hands through the sleeves.
We brush your hair and your mouth full of teeth
Signaling we’re almost to the moment for which you’ve waited all day.

You get a kiss and energetic hug from brother
An embrace and prayer from Daddy
And then into my arms for the moment you’ve waited for all day.

We walk into your room, the steady roar of the sound machine welcoming us
I hold you upright, just how you like, your head help up, very aware
And sometimes even still a little fussy as you give your last bit of energy to the day.
The door is pulled to
Your pacie is in your mouth
And I walk over to turn out the light.
The moment is now.

Your body melts as you relax heavily into my arms
You lay your head in your favorite spot just under my chin
Resting in that place near my neck and collarbone.
You breathe easily and hum with me as I sway and sing,

“You are my sunshine
You’re Momma’s sunshine
You make me happy in every way
You’ll never know, Mae,
How much I love you
Please don’t take my sunshine girl away.”

I feel the warmth of you,
The tender way you’ve let the day go and embraced the night
I hold you and sway
hold you and sway
hold you and sway
and in that quiet, dark moment—our moment—I realize
that I, too, have waited for this moment all day.

12.31.19 at 11:31pm

I’m sitting downstairs in our basement. It’s the last day of the year—the last day of the decade even—and I’m by myself. Fox is almost three, Mae just turned 14 months yesterday, Woody is 40, and they’re all sick. Coughs, runny noses, and headaches.

A decade ago, if you’d described this night to me—in my pjs ringing in a new decade “alone,” I probably would’ve felt like it wasn’t enough—not exciting enough, not special enough, not meaningful enough. And if I’m honest, I was tempted to feel that way tonight when Woody started to feel so badly he had to just go to sleep.

But as I heard the word “alone” ring in my mind and felt sadness in it, I realized I’m not alone at all. My home is full of the three people who make my life unendingly rich, meaningful, and full of love. I may be the only one awake, but I am in no way alone on this New Years Eve.

And sitting here now, with the clock close to midnight, I’m content, peaceful, and happy—letting me know this decade has brought me exactly to a place I want to be, and it is more than enough.

Happy New Year and New Decade, friends.

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year...

I really do believe Christmas is one of the most wonderful times of the year. But, what I’ve learned in my 34 years is this: the wonderful doesn’t just happen. You must look for it, create it, and slow down enough to savor it.

As a child I did this innately. As I’ve grown, it has come less naturally. There have been years I’ve done it well and years I’ve missed the mark, with the hardest Christmases being ones where my expectations went unmet without warning, and the magic of childhood Christmases felt like a distant memory.

In my adult life, I’ve assumed if I had to work for the magic—by looking for it or trying to create it—then it wasn’t really magic. But this year, I’ve embraced my role in finding the wonder wholeheartedly, and it’s been nothing short of magical.

Influenced by my own feelings and things I was hearing others talk about, I adopted a motto for this holiday season:

You get to choose.

It was barely December 1 when I started feeling like the holidays were slipping through my fingers like sand held too tightly. I was overwhelmed by all the things I wanted to do or thought I should do or that other people were doing. I felt like I was missing the season before it had even started, until my newly-embraced mantra, “you get to choose,” set me free.

I don’t have to do anything. I don’t have to do what other people do, and I don’t have to hit some imaginary quota of cups of hot cocoa drank, Christmas movies watched, lights viewed, or local activities accomplished. I get to decide what is right and what is magical for my family this season, and that’s exactly what I’ve done.

The whole point of this conversation is that it’s going to look different for everyone, but sometimes sharing our own stories helps each other along. So here are the few things I’ve done that are tailored to what’s important to us to make this holiday the right kind of wonderful for the Woodcock family:

1. I picked out the local holiday activities that were most appealing for us right now. In order to allow room for each one to be special, I tried not to crowd in too many. This year, our activities are taking Fox to see his first movie in a theater, The Polar Express in IMAX (which required a babysitter for Mae), and taking both kids to Christmas on the Farm at Pursell Farms. These events both seemed like they’d be special and memorable, and I’ve been looking forward to them so much. I think I’ve had room to anticipate and savor them because I haven’t overcrowded our schedule. With two young kids, it can get exhausting fast, so margin is imperative in this season of our family.

2. I didn’t use all my Christmas decorations! In the past, I’ve almost felt obligated to use everything I have. This year I just focused on making our home look beautiful and special, and once I reached that point, I stopped, and I’ve been thrilled with the results. It feels intentional and unique to Christmas 2019, and I love that.

3. I made space for two of the things I love most at Christmas time: wrapping presents and sending Christmas cards. I have an unquenchable love for both of these things, and I intentionally worked ahead of schedule to give myself time to savor them this year. For me, this meant buying my wrapping paper in November and not spending weeks searching for the perfect look. It has also included making a “wrapping basket” with all my supplies so it’s easy to wrap when I want and easy to clean up. And of course it meant shopping somewhat early so I had things to wrap! With just a little forethought I’ve been able to stay on top of this process this year, and I’ve really enjoyed it. The same goes for Christmas cards. I worked ahead as much as possible (not quite as early as I wanted, but I still got them out several days before Christmas unlike some years!) and they should be hitting mailboxes as we speak! While I’ve wrapped presents and stuffed Christmas cards I’ve been extra festive indulging in a few Christmas movies on Netflix. The Princess Switch, A Christmas Prince, and A Christmas Prince Royal Wedding being repeat favorites, and The Holiday Calendar and Christmas with a View being new favorites. Also, disclaimer: if you don’t do cheesy, predictable movies just for fun, no need to bother with a single one of these.

4. I’ve continued traditions that are important to us like hosting our annual Cookie Swap and hosting our dear friends, the Coffeys, for brunch and gift exchange a couple days before Christmas. I’ve also added a new tradition of making gingerbread men with Fox (which will grow into baking with Fox and Mae when she gets a little older!).

5. We’ve prioritized communication with family about plans so everyone knows what we’re doing and when we get to see each other, and that puts me at ease! We’re also spending our first Christmas Day in our home this year, which might be the thing I’m most excited for. As our children grow, making our home the place where they experience their own Christmas magic is really important to us, and with Fox about to turn three, this feels like the perfect year to start.

So, you see, it’s not rocket science, and it’s certainly specific to each person and family and season of life. But, the overall moral of the story for me has been to focus on what is important to us and think ahead with some planning and intention so that we can savor those things. Also, to remember that sometimes less is more, and we’re better able to see the magic and the wonder when we leave some space to breathe and experience the season on our own terms.

I’m writing this so that I can return to it in future holiday seasons, and I hope it’s a helpful thought for you, too. Merry Christmas, friends!

The Gift of Time + Eleven Months of Mae

The day you turned 11 months old (September 30, 2019) I felt totally calm and peaceful.

The next day was the first day of October, your birthday month, and as I realized you were turning ONE this month, I started to feel just a little bit overwhelmed. You’ve mostly felt like the age you are to me throughout this first year, but with the one year mark approaching, my sentimental heart started to race just a little.

Then I remembered something I’ve been learning and embracing with you this year.

We’ve all heard the saying and had the feeling of time being a thief, but with you, my darling girl, I see it differently.

Time is not a thief. Time is a gift. 

Time has given me 11 months with you in my arms.
It’s because of time that I know you hate having your diaper changed (almost) every time.
Time has taught me how you like to be held upright, your head right under my chin as you hum along as you and I sing you to sleep together.
It’s because of the time I’ve had with you that I know how soft your skin is, how you light up when you see people, and how you’re just like your Daddy and your brother in your love for raisins.
Time has helped me appreciate your blonde hair and how it’s beginning to get the slightest curl on the ends.
It’s because of time that I know you’ve always had small feet and the most delicate features—even in the pictures we saw of you in the womb.
Time tells me that you’re not crawling yet, but that puts you right on track with where your brother was at this time in his life.
Time has let me watch you learn to play peek-a-boo on your own and develop determination to get your hands on whatever you’re reaching for (people’s noses and glasses are recent favorites).

It’s the time I waited for you that has made my time with you so indescribably rich.
The time we’ve spent nursing and cuddling and not sleeping have been the roads by which we’ve come to know each other.
The times I’ve listened to your cry have taught me how to pick out your voice, and the sight of your tears splitter splatter on my tender heart time and time again.
The more time I have with you, the more time I want, and the more time I get, the happier I am.

So you see, my love, time is our friend. Time gives you to me and me to you over and over again. Day by day, moment by moment, year by year—the first of which we’re about to celebrate. Time, please keep on giving because together we’re ready to receive you.

The motherhood marathon

The house is quiet. I can hear myself think.

The bedroom door closes as Woody takes Fox to do “shower boys,” and I am struck by the moment of calm—of aloneness. I’m transported into my own private oasis as I shove the last bite of an Oreo cookie into my mouth.

I’ve realized lately how I don’t get many times like this anymore. Time to hear myself think.

The quiet, alone times often seem filled—filled with catching up on cleaning or cooking—or cleaning. Or willing myself to stop production and sleep—not as a form of luxury, but as a matter of survival. Like a runner “carb loads” before her next race.

Motherhood is much like a marathon now that I think of it.

Sometimes you’re walking, sometimes you’re running, but you’re always, always moving. I suppose bedtime (mine, not theirs) is my own personal finish line. And no matter how I place in today’s race, I’m always invited to run again tomorrow.

The Work of Motherhood

As the mom of two young children, my work is very physical. Functioning on little sleep, holding babies, toting around at least a dozen bags, carrying car seats, cleaning up messes, sitting on the floor, rocking babies to sleep until my arm is asleep too—it’s safe to say that motherhood is physical work.

But on some days, the physical demands fade into the background of the emotional work. On these days, my heart has an actual ache for my babies. It’s the days when they don’t feel well or I can’t quite tell what’s wrong, only that something is “off.” It’s the days that just don’t seem to go right, no one is happy, everyone is crying, no one is sleeping, and we get weary.

It’s the days when I want to be everything to both of them, but feel like I’m giving nothing to either of them. On those days, I feel defeated, inadequate, and exhausted. It's also true that those days almost always end the same way—with me being completely wiped of my own strength and abilities. After laying it all on the table and still feeling like I’ve come up short, I settle in to hold them a little longer before bed. I let their breathing get deeper and their eyes slowly fade to closed, and it’s then that I realize my touch, my presence, and my love have been enough all along. My weariness gives way to rest, heaviness gives way to relief, and in a moment’s time I’m intimately reassured that I have the best job in the world.

This is the work of motherhood.

Boy Mom

They didn’t have to tell me you were a boy. I knew. I mean, I could see. Right there on the ultrasound screen, before the tech could get the words out of her mouth, I exclaimed,

“It’s a boy!”

Perhaps even before seeing I already knew. A boy. It felt both unfamiliar and completely right all at the same time.

You are the adventure I never knew I needed. Even before that “it’s a boy” moment, I felt God prompting me, preparing me, telling me that YOU were exactly what I needed.

All I felt like I knew were girls. I am one for starters. My only sibling is a girl, and I’ve always had a majority of girl friends. Girl seemed familiar. Girl seemed known.

There would come a time that the familiarity of a girl would be right. But right then, it was only you, my boy.

I felt a tug—a silent voice whispering that the unknown was best. That the adventure you’d bring was just right for me. For us. You, Daddy, and me.

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And, boy oh boy, did I need you. Even from the time my body was your only home, I felt it—new things starting to sprout. As I was preparing to give birth to you, you were birthing something in me. It’s hard to exactly pinpoint what it was, but I felt it—new parts of my heart opening up, new curiosities surfacing, and a new kind of love starting to form. A love for a baby, yes, but even more than that, a love for you, my son.

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Now you’re here, and oh the sense of wonder you bring. Your boyish grunts and heavy-as-lead footsteps. Your love for balls and outside. Your sweaty head and ruddy cheeks. There are so many classic boy things about you. These things feel both new and oh-so-precious to me.

And beyond the things that make you a boy, there is the intricate design, the intentional weaving together of the things that make you you. These are the things that are becoming “classic Fox.” Your sensitivity, your kindness, your desire to be with us. Your curiosity and hunger to learn. Your love for books. Your focus on people. Your memory! Your sensitive heart and spirit.

I’m so glad you were chosen for me and I was chosen for you, and that being a boy mom is part of my story in spite of how unfamiliar it seemed or all the experience I felt I was lacking.

So here we are beyond reason and planning, a perfectly suited pair handpicked for each other, and it’s crystal clear that we were meant to be, my boy, you and me.

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Photos by Rachel Coffey Photography | Fox at 2 years old

Motherhood 001

The first time I saw you after your sister was born there was a moment I didn’t expect. I wish someone had warned me, but they didn’t. It’s always easy to look back and wish for a warning; one that I probably wouldn’t have understood or heeded until I experienced it myself.

I wish someone had told me that once your sister arrived I wouldn’t see you as my baby anymore. I mean yes, in my heart, you will always be my baby. But there you were, all just-shy-a-day-of-21-months-old and your big head and heavy toddler steps were all big boy compared to the squishy little newborn I’d just met.

I just wasn’t prepared. I wasn’t prepared to tell my baby goodbye yet. As I sit here with my eyes and nose tingling the way they do as tears start to form, I realize how silly this might sound. After all, everyone was safe and healthy and nothing was really lost. You weren’t that different from the night before when I’d tucked you in bed not knowing it would be the last time to do that common yet sacred act before baby girl joined us.

And yet that was the hardest part for me. Feeling like I’d lost something I didn’t know I would lose and that I could never get back. You as my baby. You as my little squishy one. You were the only one, and so however big you may have been (notably a stocky and heavy almost-two-year-old) you were still the smallest child of mine and you felt like my little baby.

Maybe its better that these things happen with a bit of a surprise. Maybe I was better off without the warning. I didn’t make any fanfare out of putting you to bed that night before she came. It was normal, not especially memorable, and maybe that’s the way it’s supposed to be. It was just us, not something we tried to make into something. It was just the reading, hugging, lights out, kisses routine that we’d settled into in your almost-21-months of life.

And again, little puddles fill the rims of my eyes daring to spill down my cheeks, as I think that maybe life will always be like this. Maybe you’ll always surprise me as you slowly yet suddenly move from one stage to the next without warning. I suppose every Momma knows the feeling. You change right before our eyes so subtly, little by little every day, and then a day comes when it feels like something changed overnight. You say a new word, you show affection in a new way, you express an opinion with more passion, you kick a ball with new skill, you like a new food or don’t like an old one, you recite part of the book we’re reading, and the list goes on.

But you know, Foxy boy, for whatever it feels may be lost as we move ever so naturally from one stage to the next, there is so much more gained. For the real treasure, my boy, is YOU. It’s always been you. Whatever phase, mood, age, season you’re in, the fact that it’s you is what matters. The fact that its those same clear blue eyes I’ve always stared in reminds me of what won’t ever change. You’ll always be you, and to quote Taylor Swift “you’re the only one of you, baby that’s the fun of you.”

And if this is a letter to you, then I’ll end it the way I feel I always end your notes and that treasured bedtime routine. “I love you.”

YOU. My boy, my baby, my son. I love YOU.

A Bunny Themed Baby Shower

One of my favorite parts of hosting a party is developing the theme. I love thinking about components such as who we’re celebrating, what the occasion is, what time of year it is, and what would make it memorable to help me decide the right direction to take. I usually toss around a few ideas until the right one just sticks. And when that happens, it’s one of my favorite moments because then I can start fine-tuning the vision and bringing it to life!

When it came to planning Katherine’s Baby Shower with my friend Rachel, we knew we wanted to really get the details right. Katherine is someone who appreciates sweet touches, beauty, and design, so we knew putting our energy into these areas would mean a lot to her.

As Katherine was designing her nursery, bunnies emerged as a subtle theme. It wasn’t over-the-top or even that intentional, I don’t think. She was just drawn to a few bunny elements and it started to develop from there. So, this is where we ended up landing for the shower theme, and I just love it!

As with any theme, we wanted to steer clear from a cheesy or overdone approach. We wanted it to feel classic and “baby” as well as special and attractive. Also, Katherine was planning to incorporate a surprise gender reveal at the shower so we couldn’t be too gender specific in our decor. But, I do feel like there is always a little room to have feminine touches at a baby shower because after all, the Momma is a girl!

The sweet little bunnies, greenery, and linens made for a perfectly charming and meaningful day. I’ll share a few details as we go, too, in case you want to replicate anything you see! Enjoy!

Photos by Mary Margaret Smith

We found these adorable little bunnies at Michael’s, and they were a subtle surprise in our flower arrangements.

Rachel found inspiration for the greenery bunny online, and we used floral wire wrapped in paper, floral tape, and fresh greenery from Trader Joe’s to create our own! Then, we accented it by using floral hoops in different sizes with ribbons hot glued and greenery wrapped with floral tape. It was whimsical and sweet.

Y’all. This cake! I can’t even. I loved it so much! It was delicious for one, but also so perfectly lovely I could squeal. Our favorite local baker, Bec’s Cakes, created this wonder and took the bunny ears we made to finish it off! We saw the idea online and shaped these bunny ears out of the same paper-wrapped floral wire we used for the large greenery bunny.

The bunny cucumber and cream cheese sandwiches were as tasty as they are cute! A perfect touch for our mid-afternoon celebration.

Katherine loves to read, so when we found this antique bunny made to rest on books, we knew we had to get it for her. It doubled as shower decor and a gift, which is always fun!

Sweet Katherine. This image just gets me. We were all so excited to celebrate her and Baby Stone, and to see the look on her face when she walked into her shower was the best. There’s nothing like putting your heart into a celebration for someone and them receiving all the love you hoped they would through every detail.

surprise gender reveal

Katherine and Scottie had been keeping the gender of their baby a secret for her whole pregnancy. Then came the idea to reveal it at her baby shower. I love gender reveals and baby showers so this was so exciting to me! We gathered everyone outside for a group photo. After the photographer took a couple “test shots” she said, “Alright on the count of three everybody say…” and at that moment Katherine yelled out,

“IT’S A GIRL!!!”

You can see the delight and surprise on everyone’s faces as they heard this exciting news! It was such a special moment and such a special shower for such a special friend.

A Bunny Themed Baby Shower

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