Miss Sunday’s Third: The Prequel

I’m having a difficult time over here…

Last Saturday, I threw the party of my dreams for Miss Sunday, an idea that has been ruminating in my head and in my heart since at least a year and a half ago. I scrapped it last year when I realized I couldn’t pull it off – her birthday was only 8 days away, and I was sitting in a hospital bed holding a newborn Betsie Fair.

But this year, I was determined. It was going to happen, even though it would be taking place a mere week away from Betsie’s first birthday party…

I did it, y’all!

And the finished result made me so happy that I am having a mighty difficult time honing down the 350 photographs that showcase that party.

And I’ve just got to wonder as I go through my photos ~ aren’t you guys sick of me yet?

Pictures of my kids. Coordinating outfits. Parties, parties, parties. Birthdays make me cry. Cherish each moment. Pictures of me laughing like a goober. Cakes and cupcakes.

I hope I’m not being redundant.

And I really hope you know that I know that we’re not the berries. My kids are no more good-looking or talented or intelligent than the next kids. Our clothes are not more special. Our parties – though admittedly awesome (I jest!) – are not what life is about and they don’t hold a candle to what the professionals can do. I’m not always happy. And on most days, we eat cereal for supper.

But I love life.

And I love children.

And I love laughter and celebrations and beautiful colors and flowers and family and friends and…

I really love sharing the journey with you.

So, I know I’ve already said this two days ago, but THANK YOU. Thank you for liking what I post and for putting up with my never-ending picture-sharing and party-displaying and Mrs-Gore-focused jabbering. I examine my heart quite often, and as far as I can tell, I’m not trying to make a name for myself (I’m a hermit, for crying out loud), nor am I trying to display my children like an obsessed pageant mom. I’m also not trying to get noticed by Martha Stewart or Country Living, although at the number of pins I’ve added to Pinterest from my own site, one might assume that is the case!

I just feel compelled to share and to proclaim – on an extremely regular basis – that…


Heartbreakingly beautiful.

And speaking of beautiful…Rebekah’s birthday was beautiful. And I’m not just talking about the party.

The entire celebration of her life — from the ice cream we ate on the porch the night before her birthday, to the breakfast party we had the next morning, to the day of memories we made as a family, to the sleepover we had at Grandmother’s house, to the official celebration we had the next day, to the summer water party in the front yard — was lovely and heartwarming, and everything I could possibly have dreamed of when I first envisioned this party so many months ago.

So that’s why I’m having a little trouble.

I have a lot to share, a lot to say, and it all seems to focus on Miss Sunday and Miss Sunday alone.

But as you read and view what I post in the week ahead, I hope that you’ll keep in mind this isn’t really just about Miss Sunday.

It’s about cherishing the lives that God has entrusted to us.

It’s about pouring love upon them in the best way we know how.

It’s about using our time and our talents to proclaim that love is the center and the heartbeat of our home.

I don’t know how you accomplish that – you might sew, you might cook, you might teach or coach or lead, you might build, you might travel, you might read, you might plant…

But Mrs. Gore parties.

I seriously cannot wait to share this one in particular with you.

Here’s a teaser…

5 thoughts on “Miss Sunday’s Third: The Prequel

  1. This was a very beautiful post! It is so true that life is beautiful! There is a humility and gratefulness in your post that were so encouraging to me today! Thanks!

    • Katie, it means so much to me when you take the time to leave these comments and I also appreciate you sharing this post on Facebook – you are a huge encouragement to me, and I look up to you so much!

  2. WHAT?!! You all have cereal for dinner a lot of nights?!! :/
    (Quick, I need to e-mail Martha Stewart and cancel that recommendation I sent about you … 😉

    Seriously, we all love your posts. Some of us don’t have grandkids yet, you know; maybe we are living some through yours — so don’t even think about being reticent; keep the pictures and stories coming!

    • Okay, you twisted my arm. 🙂
      And you should SEE this place right after a celebration – I just completely zone out for about 3 days, and shuffle around in my pajamas. Its ugly.

  3. Pingback: Gideon’s “War” Birthday Party – The Prequel |

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