Silver and Gold | MHH Baby Shower

Thirty five years. That’s how long I have been friends with Mary Heather.
We were in a Brownie troop together, she took a chunck out of my cheek with her jaws, rode go-carts in her back yard, pedaled on our bikes to the Sing store in the summer time, and climbed onto her parent’s roof to sunbathe. 
She taught me how to make Periwinkle soup at the coast, and introduced me to the band Sister Hazel. She almost got us on the MTV Spring Break show, but instead took a job with them and moved to New York.  We cheered together, drank together, and feel like I grew up in her house knowing every square inch as good as my own.  She set up me with good guys, bad guys, and eventually stood by me at my wedding, and again at my father’s funeral. Years later, she would stand by me once more, for my daughter’s baptism, her Goddaughter.
Now, MHH is about to be a Mommy for the first time. 

Against my advice, my always think she knows everything but I love her anyway friend, refuses to find out the sex of the baby. Opting to call him, “Bobcat”, instead.

 MHH and my Godmother {and her Mama}

Although, for the record, I already know it’s a boy.

The Hostess with the Mostess’

 MHH with her Godmother, Aunt Prissy

 And this is how a southern baby shower is done folks.

I think my favorite part of the shower was watching Mary Heather’s face as she opened each gift, and with a puzzled look on her face, whispered to my Mom “what is this?”


Love you, MHH! We cannot wait to meet your little Bobcat.