We finish up the party with lots of photos and cake. As the guests eat, my brothers and Aaron and I load up all the gifts. Bags of diapers, clothes, and toys take over my back seat, then we put the bigger pieces in the bed of the truck. My parents bought the crib that River picked out as well as various other things but mostly just clothes that say I love Grandma. Aunt Patsy gifted us a swing and bouncy seat. Benita stocked us up on baby toys, diapers, and wipes, and told us she’d have lots of boy clothes to pass down to us as well. Between all that and all the other random gifts, there’s no way we’re going to need anything else for a while.
“Are you ready?” I ask River as she stands around and chats with the guests who haven’t left yet. “Truck is locked and loaded.” I flash her a wink.
