Hosting a Bridal Shower

by brookefiore

It’s an exciting time of the year. I sit at traffic lights, windows down, sweet smells from the flowering trees above roll in, dancing beneath my nose, making a seemingly mundane task of running to the store for last minute dinner items seem like a treat.

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The sun sets later and later with each passing day, the first night I slept with the windows open, heavy fog blanketed the ships at the docks, the aroma of lilacs went untamed, the tones of Latimer point guiding boaters was amplified yet slightly subdued by the damp air, summer’s coming that low decibel whispered to me with each tone. Like waves rolling onto shore, a predictable familiar pattern, lulling me to sleep.

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Though Sunday afternoon was plagued by chilled rain drops, there was warmth just beyond the rain streaked windows inside the yacht club.

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Chatter and clinking glassware, sweet bowls of fruit alongside potted herbs brought friends and family together to honor a bride-to-be.

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If I wasn’t a dietitian, then I’d likely be a farmer or maybe a writer, but maybe I just might be a party planner.

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Through the gracious help of several of my mother’s friends we were able to host a lovely bridal shower down by the sea, on the albeit rainy shores of Noank. A celebration of new beginnings, at one of the most beautiful times of year if I do say so.

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