I received a very nice invitation to a baby shower a few weeks back. Well designed with adequate information. Scheduled for September 25, 10:00am, hosted by the Mom-to-be's friend and mother, at the residence of one of my Hubbie's Aunts. RSVP regrets only. I opened the invite, placed it with a pile of other mail on my desk, that I needed to get to, and promptly forgot about it.
September 25 was that stunning summer-like day a few weeks back. And on that morning, Hubbie said 'Let's take one last boat ride.' We chose the river for a trip to Richmond for some ice cream and after quick showers and packing some lunch, we were on the water well before noon. Since we had launched in Bath and our destination took us up-river, we cruised the West side, slowing down in front of Mike's Aunt's house. (Did I mention she lives on the river?) We were all waves and smiles and she stepped outside onto the porch to reciprocate. I am shouting with the kids, "Hello, Nana! We love you - we miss you!...." waving like Jackie Kennedy and still not registering that this is the DAY and LOCATION of the Baby Shower. Bless Nana, as she smiled politely and waved back, while all the while probably wondering about the mad woman her nephew had married.
It must be said that we had an immensely enjoyable family day and for that I am of course grateful. But when I unearthed the invitation the following Wednesday while finally purging my desk, the flashback to that moment on the river left me feeling horribly embarrassed.
I did try to redeem myself, given the circumstances. I called Nana, who seemed to get a kick out of it and did confess "We thought you had probably just forgotten". And then I called the Mom-to-Be who also got a good laugh and seemed pretty jovial about it all.
Looking back now, it is pretty hilarious. And I now have a new appreciation for sorting through the mail on a routine basis!
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