There’s a different energy in the house these days, one of little hands crafting secret things to share with friends. This energy is different than the usual craftiness that can occupy those hands when given the chance. It hums along on the edges of things, hiding away carefully-wrapped treasures in bits of fabric, staying up late sewing doll quilts for dearly missed cousins, and spending afternoons composing careful greetings to fill styrofoam-print cards.
This energy reminds me how naturally love is wrought into simple things. Yes, those felted soaps and bath bombs were fun to make, but it’s the little bits of this and that which take on a life of their own when placed in a child’s hands. It’s also the friends making them along with us that infuses every act of homemade with pure joy–and turns this house into a home.
“Isn’t giving fun?” our littlest keeps saying, a thrill in her voice as the corners of our wee house fill up with the day’s clutter because we don’t really want to put anything away right now. (And in this temporary living space, there really isn’t anywhere to put it). There is still too much to explore.
Yes, giving is very fun indeed.