Last week was my sixth annual girls' Christmas party.
Funny enough, I was nervous about it. I was feeling unprepared, which is silly. You'd think I could plan this thing without a second thought by now. And it wasn't until I was standing in my kitchen with my sister, fully dressed, make-up set, and eating carrots and hummus as dinner that I realized: This party is not just mine.
I love hosting a girls' Christmas party. It's my favorite thing to plan each and every year. But it wouldn't be if it weren't for the incredible group of girls that I've found myself a part of here in Denver. The group grows and shrinks and changes year after year; and still year after year, I'm left feeling so incredibly blessed to know such wonderful, fun, beautiful women. And they are the ones who make this party happen. My best buddies and neighbors helped with food and drinks. Claire created the most outrageously gorgeous floral arrangements for all my tables and walls. These amazing photos are by the talented Hannah; and Eunice was live-Insta-ing everything for all the world to see.
Everyone showed up, dressed to the nines, pretty, pretty gifts in-hands and ready for a good time. That's what makes a party anyway.
I always host this party the Thursday before the week of Christmas, and you know, when it's all said and done and I've put my house back together again, I'm left with a bit of a feeling like Christmas already happened. It's that warm, satisfied feeling of having celebrated with people I love, people who are mine because they get me. I hope they all leave feeling that way too.
I love you all, so very much, and I'm so glad to annually store up these super-fun, super-glam memories with you.
Even those of you who tried to take my gift.