My life is full of strong and beautiful women: grandmothers, aunts, cousins, my mother, sisters, friends, teachers, and employers who have taught me what it means to be strong, kind, gracious. In a lot of way the days of my life have been one long sorority, passed from the hands of one group of women to the next wherever I’ve moved or traveled. There is one sisterhood though, that has never waned or faded with any kind of time or distance, and that is the one I was born into called Alison Laura Rachael Amy.
Amy is getting married this summer and like any milestone, it has not gone uncelebrated in this sisterhood. We wondered and talked about what Amy would like, what we could do that would surprise her, how we could possibly show her how loved and treasured she is by those who have known her best and longest.
So we threw her a shower, of course. Every bride-to-be needs a shower and if it’s a good one it will reflect the tastes and personality of the bride. For Amy, this meant pink: bright pink, pale pink, blush pink, magenta pink, all accented with glitter and gold, flowers whenever possible. We gave her boxes of floral and Cath Kidston to fill her new kitchen with, and we invited the people who love and are loved by her most. Laura and my mom filled the tables with the most amazing food: quiches, turnovers, scones, biscotti, and around the table were the faces from almost every part of Amy’s life—childhood friends, family friends, college friends, future in-laws.