After the children are in bed and Mark is lodged in his upstairs office, a.k.a. the bedroom, grading essays or hacking away at his dissertation, I pull out my beads and try to make up my mind which project to begin first. The joy of anticipation. Last night evolved into the first, of hopefully a series, Magpie necklace. With black agate, red magnesite, black and white czech glass and silver ovals it's sure to dazzle and be a classic wardrobe staple, especially for those of us who like hot pink.
Speaking of which, Julianna is very upset that her father has a pink shirt. "Girls wear pink!" she strongly asserts. How do you explain to a child that her father is comfortable with his feminine side?
Mark is reading bedtime stories to the children as I write. I can hear his animated voice as the peddler in Caps for Sale. The house is fragrant with freshly baked pumpkin bread. And I am thankful for today. We are healthy, warm, well-fed, and we have humor. I thank God for laughter, especially the absurd.
Looking forward to our next bead party this Saturday. Man, this bread is good.