A Hammock is a Great Place to Think

We've been blessed with spectacular weather over the last few days, and the forecast looks great for the rest of the week.

I figured it was time to bring out my boingy-boingy hammock chair. Ahhhhh. I love this thing.

So I was swinging and enjoying the cool clear evening last night as I happily remembered last weekend's events. I still need time to comprehend the amazing wedding shower that my friends put together for my son and his fiance. I wasn't allowed to do a thing.....as a matter of fact, as I was taking a two hour mid-morning nap before the shower, my friends were bustling around downstairs making everything perfectly beautiful.

Before I headed upstairs for said nap, I was watching Paul washing up the breakfast dishes and Karen and Sarah wiping down the countertops. "You know, it's so hard to just let you guys do all this...." I said.

Karen stopped mopping the counter and looked at me. "You want us to not do so much? We don't want to hurt your feelings or anything." She looked concerned.

I laughed. "Well, I wouldn't go that far.......nah, just keep on keeping on..." and headed up the stairs listening to them chuckle.

But it is an interesting mix of emotions, I thought. On one hand, it's so hard to swallow my pride and let others do tasks in my own house. But -- had these good folks not done the work, and I had attempted to, two things would have happened: first -- the shower would not have happened. I just wasn't capable of putting out that much energy. And second -- even if I had somehow put something similar together, I would not have been conscious for the actual party.

So. Pride swallowed. Julia rested. Party perfect.

Dang. Once I am feeling better, I need to think of a way to thank everyone. Hm. More mouse cookies?