Last week, I had my friend, A, and her little tyke over for lunch. (I talk about the first time I went to her house here.)
I made a barley and chicken salad with raspberry dressing. I was excited about having an "adult lunch", and I gave no thought to what the kids would think about it. Seeing the look on Nils (almost 18 months) face and watching the spoonful come out as quickly as it had gone in, was all I needed to reassure me that I had indeed prepared an adult lunch. I loved it, and A told me that she did too, so who cares if I had to search the cupboards for raisins and pretzels for her little one, and if Joel told me that the chicken "tastes funny"??
We had a lovely time chatting. It was a beautifully sunny day so we decided to take a walk down at the river (Joel rode his Big Wheel). The conversation was easy, and the sun and the sound of the water was medicinal.
When we came back home an hour or so later, we made coffee and ate pie and berries. Before she left she said to me as casually as one might say, "I made spaghetti for supper last night," or "The kids don't have school tomorrow," that she had an 8-page spread in the April issue of a magazine called Vita.
Of course, I rushed out later to get it. Why don't you take a look and see for yourself!
...and to show these pages to everyone who comes in the front door!)