A week and a half ago, my sweet sisters, mom and one of my maid of honors threw me the most perfect bridal shower. It was full of the yummiest food, the most darling decorations, and the funnest games. I felt so loved and supported by so many. I am so blessed to have grown up where and with who I did.
I always thought opening up certain presents wouldn't be a big deal and that when the time came for me to do it, I would be fine.
It was not so.
Blushing, awkward laughing, and frantically stuffing all of it back into the box as fast as possible was the route I took.
Apparently I'm a prude. There are worse things that could happen right?