Father's Day

S spoke in church this morning.  His first Father's Day and he was sharing with others what he has been learning.  It was really sweet.  I was so proud of him.  He is a quiet, dedicated, humble man.  He spent a TON of time ahead of Sunday morning praying and making sure things were ready to go.  He made a video, a powerpoint and sang a song the two of us wrote for LM as additions to his "devotional" or whatever you want to call his short sermon.  
Our day has been really great.  S wanted swedish pancakes with jam for lunch.  I baked bread.  Then we all had naps.  S watched some NCIS.  Now we are smelling the glorious aroma of salmon and roasted garlic in the oven.  Father's Day dinner will consist of roasted garlic salmon sandwiches with capers and pine nuts.  Local cider and chocolate chip cookies for dessert.  S is hard at work making the board for a game he is replicating.  We played the game with my cousin when we were on vacation.  It's called Dealer's Choice and it's basically a car salesmen game.  Let's just say, the best reason for a grown adult male to want to make and play this game is that he gets to buy and play with little toy cars.  Oh, but only the high quality ones... especially hot wheels.
It is the little moments like these, when the food is cooking, and the games and family time are high priorities that everything is peaceful.  We are, for the moment, focusing on some of the great joys in life.  Family, food, creative entertainment.  LM wants nothing more than to do EVERYTHING S does.  She is playing with hot wheels right now and hanging over S as he draws this game board on the scavenged cardboard he brought home from work.
Scavenging.  It's one of my new passions.  I mean, surely I've scavenged before... but now I can call it something that makes it feel more like a hobby and less like a boring necessity.  It spurs me on to think more creatively about how to find, get and make things.  I read a book a few months back called The Scavengers Manifesto.  It was funny and a occasionally a little disturbing.  Overall, I loved it.  It challenged me to examine how we could be consuming differently.  And, I suppose, to endeavor to make our convictions match our living habits.

The hat that my dearest husband is wearing is a $4.99 purchase from a thrift store.  It's the first and only hat we have been able agree looks good on him.  My sister is seriously sketched out that we bought a used hat.  I told her, "It's a very slim chance that ANY lice could be in that hat.  We checked." Her response was, "No.  It's a slim chance that there are NO lice in that hat."  It makes me itch just to think about it.