Life Definitions: We’re Getting an Event Planner!

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Black and White CakeYesterday, my cousin and I went to see an event planner to discuss her possibly helping us coordinate my mom’s birthday party. She had some really great ideas right off the bat and she helped my cousin during her wedding (so I already had some great recommendations about her).

I really liked her point of view about certain things and it would be fantastic if I could have someone else be in charge of most of what this party will entail. I really just want to sign the checks and be done with it. Seriously!

She works with brides, mostly, but has done regular event planning as well. Her website: mybridalbudget.com has a lot of information about her past events as well as photos. She also had them available for our free consultation.

I realize I will have to be involved, but after talking it over with my sister and cousin last night, we’ve decided to go with her, which hopefully will minimize the workload. I hope she can deliver all she’s promised!

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Life Definitions: My Mother’s Surprise Party

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Black and White CakeIf it’s not one thing, it’s another. Now that my cousin’s wedding is over and she has settled into her new life, I can focus on my mother’s 50th birthday party.

When she turned 45, she let be known that she was expecting a surprise 50th birthday party. I laughed her off, but I knew I would do it for her. My mother is A LOT  of things, but I can’t think of anyone else who deserves this more than her.

We are going to go hard or go home on this one people. I’m talking about formal invitations, catering and speeches and playing dress up. It’s going to be epic. And since I can’t talk about this with my mother, I’ll talk about it with you!

Cheers!

Life Definitions: My Mom

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I can’t remember what year it was but I do remember knowing that she would appreciate this. Mommy would be happy that I did this. I wanted to show her that I loved her.

So I took out the sheets that we used to cover the portion of the carpet we slept on. First the cushion foam on the bottom, then the threadbare blue blanket, the sheet, two pillows and the final sheet to use as a cover. Afterward, I laid her slippers at the bottom of our makeshift bed. Then I waited. She would be coming home soon.

At the sound of the key in the lock, I run to hug her hello. Tell her that I love her and give her a big hug around her knees. I notice the tired lines around her eyes and mouth. I can see how hard she is trying to hold on to her smile for her baby girl.

I grab her hand into my much smaller one and gently tug her to the bedroom. I want to show her what her big girl can do. I want her to see how I got the order of the sheets right, I want her to see how I fluffed the pillows.  I want her to sit on the much higher bed next to ours while I help her take her shoes off and slip on her slippers. While she changes out of her home attendant uniform I rush to the kitchen and take out the glass of water I had placed in the fridge earlier.

She is pleased. Her smile holds itself a little better, a little wider, she hugs me again and I can see a watery reflection of myself when I look in her eyes. I’ve done good.

Happy birthday Mommy…

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