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Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Showered With Love, One More Time

My Dear Sweet Baby Kay,

You are so incredibly loved, you have no idea!  This week (37), we were able to celebrate your anticipated arrival one more time with family and friends from your Daddy's hometown, Greenville, South Carolina.


Weren't the invitations precious!?

This fourth and final baby shower was hosted by your Great Aunt Cyndee and your Daddy's sweet friend from his youth, Amy.  The shower was held in Amy's home.  She was so gracious to open her home for your celebration!

This shower was attended by mainly the ladies on your Daddy's side of the family as well as your Nana's closest friends from church, school and social groups.  You did have one wonderful surprise guest from Mommy's old home in Gainesville, Georgia.  I had a very close friend in college, Stephen, who passed away from a rare illness called Aplastic Anemia.  During his decline in health, I became close with his parents.  Stephen's mother, Alice, was so kind to drive to be a part of this special time in our lives.  She knew the long struggle we had to have you. She prayed fervently for you as did her parents and their church.  Little one, many, many hours of prayers have gone before you.  I will always appreciate those prayers.  One day, I hope to be able to express in words, what those prayers mean to me and what your life means as a result. 


Amy's husband, BJ, was at the shower taking pictures of the excitement.  I love this overhead shot he took capturing the majority of the guests who were present.... and speaking of presents.... Look at all of the pink!


You were certainly showered with some beautiful and thoughtful presents.


Your Aunt Elizabeth got you this beautiful frame.  My Sherbert Grandmother loved to sing "You Are My Sunshine" to all of her grandchildren, and you better believe this will be a song that will sweetly be sung to you frequently.

Your Nana gave you a beautiful church outfit with tender smockings and dainty ribbons.  Gramma bought you a beautiful Vera Bradley diaper bag and a matching clutch for Mommy.  The pattern she picked was the annual breast cancer pattern.  Gramma wrote you a beautiful and very personal note about our family's struggles with this horrible disease and her prayer that the generational cycle has stopped with her.  Oh, no worries, I have saved this note and all of your other notes and cards for you to be able to look back on and read one day.  These words of love are treasures. 

We had a delicious spread of food to enjoy!


Yummy, yummy!

Pictured below is a good portion of the ladies on your Papa's side of the family; cousins Riley, Kaitlyn, Sally and Laurie, Great Aunt Gloria and Aunt Elizabeth.

Pictured here is Cousin Laurin and Great Aunt Cyndee with Ms.  Moreno.

Amy was pregnant with her fourth child in this picture and we didn't even know it at the time!

Your Grandparents love you so much that they drove from Alabama to make sure to attend all of your celebrations.  It was certainly a labor of love and a large effort for them to come.  I am so happy that they did.

It was important to take a picture with me, you and both of your grandmothers.

It was nice to get one with Aunt Elizabeth too.

Your Daddy and Grandpa drove up at the end of the shower so Gramma and Grandpa could leave to head home straight from the shower.  Because they did, we were able to get some nice family pictures with them before they headed home.



This week you are about the size of a bunch of swiss chard.  Hummm.... we will have to add that to our list of veggies to try!  I had my weekly appointment with Dr. Morton this week.  Next week we will be able to see how far along the pre-labor is or is not going.  



I am feeling much better this week than I was last week.  I am taking it easy to make sure you stay safe and comfortable.  We are getting down to the wire baby girl!  We only have a few more short weeks before we finally will meet face to face.

Showering you with all of my love,
xoxo
Mom


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