Storybook Baby Shower - Nov 2025

The house was already warm when people arrived. Flowers on the table. Small desserts set out carefully. Everything looked finished, even though it had come together quickly.

Very pretty desserts

I had been sick the week before. A deep, stubborn virus that left me weak and behind. By the morning of the shower, I was upright but not strong. I didn’t say much about it. My sisters and friends had already taken over.

Joan brought flowers and arranged them without asking where they should go. Lise and Pierre and Diane arrived a day early and started setting things up as if they had always planned to be there. The house filled with movement and noise and the sound of things being unwrapped. Joanne brought cookies. Ashley and Lisa came with quiche, still warm. Someone made coffee. Someone else opened a window.

No one needed direction.

People stayed close. They checked in quietly. Plates were passed. Chairs were moved. Things that needed doing were done.

The theme was storybook, but nothing felt staged. It felt lived in. Like a room prepared for someone new who would eventually notice the details.

At some point I stood back and watched everyone talking at once. The baby wasn’t there yet. But the space had already been made.

Later, after people left and the house settled again, the flowers were still on the table.

So was the feeling that we weren’t doing this alone.