On Saturday, we held Edda’s 22nd birthday party at Main Street in Poppy Boy’s Kitchen. I was really not feeling it going into it (actually, I was going into it a little resentful but I was trying to not display it too much), but, of course, now that it’s done, I’m happy that we did it. I know it gives Jeremy a lot of pleasure and it gives Edda a lot of pleasure and it does give me a lot of pleasure, the same way doing a really hard workout gives one pleasure.
We have a very wonderful support team now that have helped us for many years – Seni, Emilina and Megan all help with the setup, the party and the breakdown and now we’ve all been working together a few parties, we have a great rhythm going. Eliana was Edda’s constant companion and got her showered, dressed and ready in her finest and a tiara.
This is the 2nd year we’ve had the party at Main Street and we are getting better at moving a shit ton of equipment, food, decorations, about 1.5 miles from our house to the venue. We had to make multiple trips for forgotten things like butter and extension cords and ladles.
My parents and Jeremy’s parents came to the party. The DC Martin’s all came. And we were surrounded by love. It’s interesting how the demographics change as we get older. As a younger family, we had a lot more Rett families and parents of Vince’s friends. This year, we had a lot of Main Street residents and a new addition – the folks from Edda’s day program. I do not know a lot of these families, so I just asked the program to tuck invitations into the communication notebooks and three or four families showed up and I got to meet these folks! Haha, the night before I was telling Jeremy – well, I’m getting RSVPs from people I don’t know, but now I know them.
Lauren made the beautiful cherry blossom cake which was perfect for the occasion and so delicious.
I had taken Friday and Monday off of work because I knew I needed that time to ramp up (tapering) and decompress (recovery). The house remained disaster-y well into Monday with bags and pots and pans strewn all over the house – but it’s mostly put away now. Jeremy is deep into figuring out how to make everything more efficient with loading/unloading so it seems like we are going to do it again next year. I feel like we can cater a very specific party with 24 hours notice. Do you want a pancake breakfast for your family? We can do it!
