At my daughter's birthday party earlier this month, I was my typical hot mess chaotic self as I put the finishing touches out at the neighborhood park while guests arrived.
When a teacher from the private school my son is fortunate to attend because my husband works there showed up, I greeted her quickly and apologized for being frazzled.
"Last minute setup," I mumbled to her as I opened up the box of plasticware. "You know."
Lunch was cheap boxed pizza, a bowl of fruit and a veggie tray from Costco.
Well, today was the teacher's daughter's birthday party.
She and her family live on a beautiful working farm, and own their own catering company.
This lunch spread was enough to make you cry tears of joy. There was a snow cone station AND ice cream sundaes. The inflatable water slide was unmatched. She and her husband were lovely and gracious hosts.
You could take self-guided tours of the barn, which was the only similarity to my party. Except the barn at my daughter's party was just a park full of kids wielding water guns.
All I could think about was my remarks to her at our party.
I'm tired just looking at all that went into today.
There's no sense in competing, because there will always be someone with a fancier spread. And who cares anyway, really?
Good for them and good for us and good for you.
To each their own fancy snow cone.
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