faith, trust and pixie dust

I finished costumes for Actor's Youth Theater's Jr production of Peter Pan. Here is a cast picture. It would have been painfully crazy if not for the great help of Wendy. No, not Wendy Darling, my sister-Wendy Shay. We had a great time dressing and fixing costumes for kids 8-13yrs of age and Wendy was tireless in her shopping and sewing! My motivation for this project was a sisters get-a-way up in Utah where we surprised my little sis Peggy. It will be some time before I work on costumes again, but it was fun to work with my sister and since it paid my plane ticket, it was worth every penny.

Me Tarzan, You Jane

On communication= our way

I was feeling a little under appreciated this week; and hey, it happens to even the most confident of moms right!? I was privately praying on just how to tell my husband with out sounding whiny or being to needy. Because cop's wives can't do needy. Before toooo long my Husband could tell something was amiss and asked if I was mad at him. He always starts with the most risky of troubleshooting when trying to guess at my moods. I finally blurted that I needed flowers. So superficial, but I figure since I'd been praying to know how best to communicate and flowers came out, that must be what I need.
Chris then said he needed to do something and would be back. NOW?
And he came back... with roses and lilies.
(no picture=my camera won't do them justice and really, they are just for me. not you)
He didn't wait to find a way to make it look like it was his idea, or wait for a special moment. Wife wants flowers so husband gets. I think if I were a cave woman and asked for meat, he would say "Build fire!" and then come back with a mammoth for me to devour. If I were Jane, he'd be my Tarzan. If I were Leia, he would be my scruffy looking Nurf Herder.
So he didn't read my mind. But maybe I don't care anymore. It's surprising how cheerful I feel with beautiful flowers on my kitchen table and the foot rub that came with it. I spoke his language and he spoke mine.