It snowed today. The fall was heavy but soft and slow. It was peaceful, as if God was gently shaking cotton balls on us.
We have been having a lazy day. The kids begged for a break and so I released them to play and I read and cuddled a sleepy Bean.
Christopher popped a button on his pants. Normally when this happens I like to leave the item that needs mending to marinate somewhere in the laundry until I have lost the button. Today I asked Christopher to fetch the sewing basket and immediately sewed the button back in place. Christopher was terribly pleased. He and Eden began playing with the contents of the basket. He organized needles while she put all the buttons in a box then happily dumped them on the ground.
It reminded me of playing with my mother’s button box when I had the chicken pox during the Blizzard of 78. I made a long necklace that was so beautiful and pleasing. I remember fingering it with a certain longing. I don’t know why I didn’t ask if I could keep it. I think it was implicit that that buttons would be returned to the box.
Lydia was happily cutting pictures and relating helpful tips from a magazine.
It was relatively quiet and very peaceful. I didn’t make up anything I “ought” to be doing. I enjoyed it and them and was grateful.