If you are part of the super secret e-mail crew….
…you already know what I’m about to type.
But while that’s amazing and wonderful and fun and so many of you lit up the internet and shopped until you dropped and now we get to re-stock everything….
….that is so not even the point of this post.
I’m writing this today because I read all of your e-mails and saw all the encouragement and watched the orders that filled up the inbox and right there in the middle of my kitchen in front of my computer….
Not like a soap opera cry where the girl is wearing smudge-proof mascara and a tear slowly drips out of the corner of her eye and she looks so tragically beautiful that your heart aches.
This was not that kind of crying.
This was eyes swelling up and tears flowing and random nose blowing and stacks of tissues next to the computer kind of crying.
And here’s why.
Here’s the rest of the story.
A long time ago in a land far away before internet and cell phones, a couple of my mother’s friends got together and hosted a couples wedding shower for us.
We were getting married right after Christmas and so it was a Christmas ornament shower and we invited couples and everyone was supposed to bring an ornament to help us start our life and our Christmas tree together.
The night of the shower we were so excited.
We wore coordinating Christmas outfits and arrived 30 minutes early to help the hostesses set out the chips and dip and fluff the Christmas tree.
And then we made small talk and sat in the living room and waited for the guests to arrive.
Except they never did.
No one came to our shower.
Later they all told me different reasons why they couldn’t come and it all made sense and I understood.
But in that moment, sitting on that couch with my future husband awkwardly staring at the Christmas tree and the chips and the dip and the ceiling and my hands and anywhere and everywhere except the hostesses eyes staring at us with sympathy….
….it was so sad.
I tried to make the best of it. I opened the one shower present and oohed and ahhhed over the two cherubs telling each other Merry Christmas. I laughed and ate some chips and gripped my almost husband’s hand like it was a lifeline and tried to pretend like it wasn’t any big deal and that it didn’t really bother me.
But it did.
And even now, after all these years, whenever I have a party….
….a little part of me worries that no one will show up.
Like last night.
I sent out the party invite and crossed my fingers and hoped for the best.
And you know what happened?
You brought words of encouragement and sprinkles of happiness and laughter and giggles and fun.
E-mail after e-mail full of joy.
And I for that my wonderful, incredible, amazing friends, I am grateful and humbled and overwhelmed and truly, truly truly blessed…
….and so thankful that I didn’t have to eat the chips and dip all by myself. 🙂
Enough mush. 🙂 It wouldn’t be Thistlekeeping if we didn’t have a few bits of random news this week:
This blogger spoke my heart.
Beautiful fall decorating (loving the pops of orange).
New blog crush.
And of course, the sale. You can visit here if you want to check it out.
And be sure and use the code thistlewood for 20% off.
Happy random Saturday to you….I’m off to a parade. 🙂