Long, long ago - like, August - I promised Johanna a birthday party.
Why I continue to promise, even "half-promise-maybe-if-we-can-I'm-not-really-sure-yet," I do not know, but she caught me in a moment of weakness. From now on, everything is an unequivocal "No!"
But, anyway. When November came and went with no party, we started talking about a Valentine's Day party. When Valentine's Day came, I had the stomach flu.
Finally, on February 27, we had a Girly Party.
The guest list was so long we had to use the church fellowship hall to contain the crowd! But I used a linen tablecloth, china, flowers, a punch bowl, real forks and spoons, the antique pitcher and china dog-walker, etc. I mentally steeled myself for the inevitable dropped plate or spilled red punch, but, by God's good providence, no such mishap occurred.
Here's the bevvy of beautiful party girls. Don't let the pretty dresses fool you, though. These girls are *loud!* Several times I had to break up the raucousness and remind them to behave like young ladies. I'm wondering now if light saber fights and mud pie wars might have been equally popular! Next year.
We had stations set up on tables: manicures, coloring contest, sticker Valentine craft. Johanna and another guest were the self-appointed judges of the coloring contest and handed out prizes after much serious deliberation. No contestant seemed unduly elated or disappointed by the judges' decisions, probably because the "prizes" were handwritten sheets of paper indicating 1st, 2nd, and 3rd prizes; the appeals court remained silent.
From my perspective, the most fun came from the moms sitting around and chatting, enjoying the free time to simply sit and talk with other moms; a rare treat for most of us.
So,...Johanna got her party and I got her to stop bugging me for a party...for now. It was a little extra work, but I enjoyed getting out my fancy dishes and making a special day for my girly-girl and her friends.
Next year, though, I'll just make a mud pit in the back yard and let them go to town.