Baby Hopp

Saturday morning was Mrs. Warman-Hopp's baby shower, which was hosted by her new sister-in-law, a gorgeous petite blonde with nude pumps which she moved around effortlessly in on the wood planked floors. Emily would crouch beside the party-goers, balancing on bended knee, with what will be known as "Charleigh" posited between. She was bashful & flirty-eyed, not entirely sure how to deal with the attention. Gifts littered the living room in bright colors. There were catered arrays of mini sliders, vegetable cups, fruit skewers and decorated cookies. Shower games were played, advice was written, the gifts were gone through delicately, calling for enough hesitation for the room to coo. I watched her open and read through my gift, giving me her flirty eyes as she flipped through the pages; the baby stylebook was passed around the room (with themed outfits the likes of "Athletic Genes Baby," "Blue China Picnic in the Park Baby," "I-drink-till-I-pass-out Vegas Baby" with "fat pants" for belly bloat, "Hawaii Sunset Travel Baby," and "Nite Nite Baby" accompanied with a vintage 1965 Clifford children's book); people came up to me to thank me for creating it, which made me feel really good. As I left Emily said, "See, just like old times. We can be apart forever & it's still the same." With some people that's just how it is, but it's not like this with everyone, so if you have someone in your life where this is possible, don't take it for granted. The day I met Emily, she confessed her hunger for a family, and girl's makin' it happen.