Sunday was spent helping my friends Sage and Tim prepare for the overloads of questions and comments that were to be exchanged during their baby shower that afternoon. Since they are not yet married, extremely unconventional in the terms of upper class New England folk, this shower turned into a somewhat wedding-reunion for both of their families and close friends. Upon our late arrival, everyone exchanged hellos with fists full of crab wantons and mimosa enhanced smiles. I’m pretty sure the baby boy in Sage’s belly moved more than she did that afternoon.
I leaned against the bar and discussed the alcoholic tendencies of the Romanians with an old friend who volunteered there and offered to buy sage’s underage brother a drink mid-conversation.
It was a somewhat escape to think about a new life as opposed to an old one; someone entering the world in place of others who are leaving.
I’m just hoping the stuffed animal I bought proves to be the one he still holds onto into his late twenties.
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It is a different feeling going to a baby shower than a regular get-together. My friends, Mike and Heather had one last year and the whole time I felt like "This is not happening." I've know my friend Mike for a good four years and never did I look at him as father material. But now, with the baby over a half-year old, I think Mike has turned into a mature, responsible dad and Heather, a loving mother. A lot will change between the time of the baby-shower and time of birth. But, a lot will change between birth and six month later. Trust me, you'll see the change too with your friends.
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