Two weeks ago, Amy and Emily pulled one over on me but good. Emily had asked to do a girls day with us (she has a four year old and 9 month old at home) – something fun like mani-pedi’s and a movie. As our day took shape, we decided to see Julie and Julia, and added a decadent snack to our outing. Emily suggested we dress up; she said she is “tired of being frumpy,” which seemed like a perfectly Emily suggestion.
So Saturday came and I called Emily to see if we had selected a theater – I was looking up movie times and none seemed conducive to our plan. Then Amy called and said her husband had a work emergency, so she’d have to join in after mani-pedi’s (her baby boy needed parenting, after all).
I was a little put out, to be honest, by my girlfriends uncharacteristic flakey-ness. And when Saturday afternoon rolled around, I had no interest in a dress…but I got ready (albeit grumpily). Chris egged me on. He told me I looked beautiful. I hate it when he says that and I feel nothing of the sort.
Anyway, when I called Em to say I was at her place she said she ran to the store to get Tylenol and would be there in five minutes…odd, I thought, but okay. She showed up and off we went. When Em and I were done getting our nails done we called Amy, who said she could now go, so we went by her place to pick her up. I left the car running and got out to clear Amy a spot in the back seat. Em clearly wanted to go in for a minute. Then Amy showed up at the door and muttered something about wanting to show us something. So as I went to go in, I left the car running. We were, after all, only going to be a minute. But Amy said to shut the car off, so I did (but I left my purse on the front seat).
When I got to the end of Amy’s hall, there were all my friends, yelling “Surprise!” I was stunned. Stupified actually; and speechless. No one has ever thrown me a surprise party. And Amy and Emily were relieved – they had pulled it off and could finally stop lying to me!
It was a book shower / tea party, and it was lovely! They had raspberry lemonade, and lemon bars, and Amy’s awesome chocolate chip cookies, and dips, and little finger sandwiches.
Everyone had chipped in to buy a bookcase that Amy and I had admired on a recent trip to Ikea and brought their favorite children’s book to build our library. They had old fashioned library pockets for each person to decorate and the card inserts for each giver to write why they selected the book that they did. It was awesome!
The big winner of the day was The Little Engine That Could. We received three copies of it. It was so much fun.
Emily said the goal was to build up the kiddos who live in our home with some good old fashioned picture-book brain food. Mission accomplished! I can’t wait to read every one of these books and tell our little ones the stories of the friend that gave each to us.