We ate (of course).
This beautiful (and delicious) cake was made by the sweet lady in the orange. To us she's Betty Jean but prefers to be called Betty - I just can't seem to do it. Here she is with my mom and Aunt Rita.
Here is the lovely mother-to-be, my cousin, Tori.
She opened gifts.
We played games.
Out of all the grown women at that shower, it took an 8 year old girl to correctly guess what size string would fit around her tummy. That's right, G won!
At the end of the party, little Miss Ava even made an appearance.
I don't get to see her often so this was an extra treat.
(Love that red hair of hers.)
Thanks for coming to our little shower.