My granddaughter, Daphne Iris, is due to arrive on July 8.
She will join her mother, Catherine, father, Joshua, and sister, Delilah Rose.
This past weekend, my daughter, Bernadette, and Catherine’s friend, Brittany, hosted a charming shower for the wee one.
The theme was “Sprinkled with Love.”
I like the word sprinkle.
It means a small quantity of something scattered or dusted over an object or surface.
When I think about sprinkle, I think about Tinker Bell, the fairy in J.M. Barrie’s play and novel “Peter Pan,” who grants the ability to fly with a sprinkling of pixie dust.
Sprinkle also conjures images of a light rain, powdered sugar, and baptism.
Which brings me to Daphne’s shower.
Colorful sprinkles were on the invitation I received six weeks ago.
Sprinkles dotted the pastel pink cupcake icing.
Sprinkles decorated plates, napkins, and table coverings.
The words charming and whimsical came to mind.
Also decorated with sprinkles was a small card with nine fill-in-the-blank wishes for Daphne.
Here are a few of my answers:
I hope you aren’t afraid to speak your mind with eloquence, grace, and discernment.
I hope you respect your parents, grandparents, sister, friends, but especially yourself.
I hope you ignore mean people and hateful words. Bad eggs!
I hope you learn with wisdom and clarity, and a focused mind.
I hope you love yourself just the way you are.
As I filled in the blanks, I paused, and looked at the people writing their own wishes for Daphne.
Each person, with pen in hand, thoughtfully passing along a bit of themselves.
Each person, with purpose and great care, sprinkling Daphne with insight and love.
A bit of pixie dust on a beautiful Saturday afternoon in Indiana for a wee one we are so eager to meet.
Fly high, Daphne Iris.
Alvia Lewis Frey is a columnist for the Pharos-Tribune. She can be reached at [email protected].