So I promise this is the last post about the Christmas Fair. But what can I say? It's a project that dominated my life for six months!!!
God was on our side and provided a beautiful, crispy cold November day.
Decorations for the entrance gates and stone path to the school were an odd conglomeration of Masterpiece Theatre meets the Sopranos. A lovely British mom spent hours decorating the gates with silver sprayed ivy, holly, topiaries and branches. Once through the gates a wonderful New York dad from Queens strategically positioned a towering blow up Frosty the Snowman, a huge flashing "Happy Holidays" sign and a blinking light Santa in a sleigh pointing toward the heavens. A huge collection of fake presents blared loud holiday tunes.
Somehow this cultural car accident helped double our attendance. Go figure.
The fair went beautifully due to everyone's hard work. Many of the parents stopped to tell me that it was fantastic (which was so kind). Last year's fair grossed $27,000. This year we grossed $57,000!!!
And now I will confess my tragic flaw.
I've spend a good chunk of my life achieving things but for some reason it's hard for me to feel it on the inside. I just kind of throw it in a pile behind me with other stuff I've done and move on. I will say that I truly enjoyed the friendship that developed between me and my co-chair Valerie.
Anne Lindburgh was right. It's the journey that counts, not the arrival.
Except when I gave birth to Ben. That day was the beginning of the best thing that ever happened to me.