amber lynn

Halloween Baby Shower

Now, I know you are all probably wondering why we were all in costumes for a baby shower in the month of august right?! =] Well, my sister decided since the baby's due date was so close to Halloween {10.21.11} that we would dress up as Nursery Rhythms/Fairy-tales. Honestly, it was a super cute idea and totally different and made it so much more fun!

I kinda went above and beyond for her 3rd baby shower but she claims that it will be her 3rd & final boy, so I wanted it to be something special! =] I love you Bernice and I can't wait till you give me another nephew :]

her invites I made!

The infamous Candice & Brandon =]

Don't show mom, you're holding your belly haha

Okay seriously! How amazing do this cupcakes look. I wish I could say I made them but I didn't. Michelle, brandon's sister did...they were AMAZING!

yummmm

These look kinda gross but they were super good!

Marshmallows with HOMEMADE carmel and crushed Oreos. YUM

<3 Best idea ever

Baby apples, homemade carmel, nuts, real twigs= best favor ever =]

Straws = ]

Tree centerpieces

pom poms =]

<3 u

SISTERS!

got to love us! =] We were all trying to look pregnant ha

My mom has the best bashful face ever! Love you madre =]

<3 you ALL

Daddy & his girls

The cutest little guy EVER!

decorations!

Magic.

Boy’s Life by Robert McCammon’s

"You know, I do believe in magic. I was born and raised in a magic time, in a magic town, among magicians. Oh, most everybody else didn’t realize we lived in that web of magic, connected by silver filaments of chance and circumstance. But I knew it all along. When I was twelve years old, the world was my magic lantern, and by its green spirit glow I saw the past, the present and into the future. You probably did too; you just don’t recall it. See, this is my opinion: we all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds and see our destiny in grains of sand. But then we get the magic educated right out of our souls. We get it churched out, spanked out, washed out, and combed out. We get put on the straight and narrow and told to be responsible. Told to act our age. Told to grow up, for God’s sake. And you know why we were told that? Because the people doing the telling were afraid of our wildness and youth, and because the magic we knew made them ashamed and sad of what they’d allowed to wither in themselves.

After you go so far away from it, though, you can’t really get it back. You can have seconds of it. Just seconds of knowing and remembering. When people get weepy at movies, it’s because in that dark theater the golden pool of magic is touched, just briefly. Then they come out into the hard sun of logic and reason again and it dries up, and they’re left feeling a little heartsad and not knowing why. When a song stirs a memory, when motes of dust turning in a shaft of light takes your attention from the world, when you listen to a train passing on a track at night in the distance and wonder where it might be going, you step beyond who you are and where you are. For the briefest of instants, you have stepped into the magic realm.

That’s what I believe."