Last night, my small group threw a sneak-attack baby shower for our mama-in-waiting, Tara. We talked for weeks about how to pull it off without her knowing. Lots of times, people have to skip small group because work or life or family or being pregnant get in the way, so we knew we were risking that possibility when we decided to throw the party. We did our best to make her think she had to be there because she'd be filling in for our fearless leader, Kelly.
And then we met early to decorate and set out the food. Within 10 minutes, Michelle's place looked smashingly babified, and we pondered whether there was a commercial need for our services. Ten-minute Baby Shower Incorporated, anyone?
I mean, look at the cute decorations on the wall. Look at those carefully hung streamers. Look at the.... whatever that thing is hanging in the middle of the room. The adorable baby pink table cloth, the little golden nuggets -- she calls her future daughter her "nugget" -- the candles, the cute circle thingy on the wall (well, I guess Michelle has that up all the time, but still), it all makes for a lovely atmosphere, wouldn't you say?
But what, there was more! As we gabbed and snapped a few pre-Tara's arrival photos, we also set out a yummilicious spread of snacks. Jen made bruschetta, Amanda made sweet little pink cupcakes covered in sprinkles, I brought along a fruit salad, and a few people brought chips and dips. Ooo, and Jen pulled a Martha Stewart on us and turned regular lemonade into a festive party drink by rimming our glasses in sugar.
Here we are posing for my blurry camera after getting all the goods ready for consumption! (Jen, Kelly, Michelle, Nishba, Amanda).
Then, we waited. A few minutes crept by. Then Jen's phone rang. We stood and listened as she said, "Hey Tara!" Then a few, "Uh-huhs." A few, "Okays!" Then she switched to speaker phone as she said, "OK, well, hopefully we'll see you next week!" Then they said goodbye. And we started to freak out. Within a few minutes, we'd hatched a plot. She'd told Jen she hadn't eaten and was too hungry to study the Bible. Little did she know that a plethora of snibblets awaited her at Michelle's. So we called her back, both Michelle and I, and told her that Michelle had surprisingly made us all a nice dinner and that she better get on over. She fell for it and said she'd be there in 15 minutes. We're so sneaky!
We couldn't wait to spring our surprise on her. We were all peaking out of windows and listening for cars. Finally, she arrived. And yeah, I'd say she was surprised. She had to walk back outside after opening the door!
We quickly escorted her into the kitchen, and she was quite excited to see our spread. She said, "Oh my gosh I'm so surprised... I just want to eat!"
We all dug in, and Tara opened a few presents, and we gabbed for the next hour or so. It was a very lovely evening. We didn't crack our Bibles (sorry Lord!) but I'd say the fellowship of being together and celebrating Tara's little nugget was enough to fill our spirits with praise for God last night.
That and the cupcakes. :)