Friday, February 13, 2009


So I'm sitting here, three hours before Jackson's birthday party, and I'm freaked out. I hate throwing parties. Well, that's not entirely accurate. I love planning for parties, decorating for parties, making food for parties, all that stuff. It's the actual moments just before the party I hate.

You know that little voice that says, "I wonder if anyone will show up!"

And see, a few years ago, that really did happen. I had planned an awesome bridal shower for my best friend and NO ONE CAME. (Well, she and I were there, as was my dutiful sister. But that's it.) Everyone had really good excuses but it didn't change the fact that we sat and waited and waited and no one ever came.

That's what I remember every time I plan anything. My one failure. Amazing what the enemy finds to make us doubt ourselves.

I'm sure tonight will be fine. At the very least, I've got my dutiful teammates to show up for this one!


Jenny said...

The three of us had a great time though. Well after the tears and you convinced me that people really did like me after all. You are such a good friend that you threw me another one and people even came! Maybe we should remember that one more. ;)

Meghan W said...

Bless your heart on the bridal party - that is like the saddest thing I've ever heard!