Sometimes the weight of sweetness is hard to bear.
My friends planned a party for me this weekend, a bachelorette party of sorts. My dear ones gathered in a cozy house by the beach waiting to celebrate me. So much sweetness there.
The sweetness of the kimonos they all wore and their cherry lipstick and brightly colored scarves. The sweetness of the lemon drops they served in martini glasses with powdered sugar around the rim. The sweetness of their secret surprises, the strawberry rhubarb pie, the sparkly nail polish, and the “this is your day!” and “whatever Andrea wants!”
The sweetness of allowing yourself to be celebrated.
“We are your maidens!” they cried, and led me out to the fruit trees in the back yard where there was a web made of string tying the trees to each other. Gifts wrapped in lavender tissue were tucked away in the branches and I was instructed to gather them all.
I looked back, and they were all grinning, martini glasses in one hand, cameras in the other, like my mothers…eager for me to find every easter egg to fill my basket.