There's something about food and parties I just don't get about myself. I've been thinking about it the last few days.
When I was Relief Society President I had no problem asking for help. Funerals, new babies, families at Christmas, the ladies of my ward just stepped right up and filled the need.
Now let me throw a reception for one of my girls and I just can't seem to get it together about the kitchen. I had lots of offers to help and I just say thank you. I don't know why. Everyone is so willing. I'm worry that I might be asking too much.
This time I did ask several people and they came through, so I thought I was doing better. Then I stood in the receiving line and worried. Was I working them too hard? The forks were not where they could be found, so the cut cake was delayed. Thank you Heidi for checking on the progress of the cake. Denise and Jenea came through the line and asked if I needed anything. I asked them to check the kitchen and they stayed. I'm afraid I ran my best friend Pamela ragged and her husband more than anyone. I worried about Chelsey and Kerry and Julia helped her. It's not that I don't want help I'm just so ??? I hope the guests had a good time but it was only because my friends stepped in and filled in the gaps.
My heart is full and hopefully I'll figure this one out before I have to do it again.
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