She gave me her Celtic pendant to keep until she comes home. I keep it in the kitchen near my coffee pot and I look at it every day. An odd place to keep something so dear, but I don’t often wear it as I tend to keep jewelry as safe as a five-year-old might. This morning I stared at it, thought about her and poured my for the road cup of coffee. I missed her already. It was just a few days ago that the airport security line she was in snaked around the corner and disappeared.
I had to wear that Celtic pendant that my kid just put in my hand a few days ago. The tentative expression she had been wearing since this whole opportunity began was burned into my head. I was going to give in today, wear it and miss her royally. I was going to feel that pendant often throughout my day and think about firsts and wins and let downs and all the things that lead her to being brave and me missing her for the next year.
Clasping this beautiful silver, necklace on, I finished packing my lunch and made ready to leave.
I felt for the pendant just to be sure. It was gone! She had trusted me with it and now it was gone – all in just a few minutes. It couldn't have gone that far. I looked in the drawer, on the floor, and patted my scarf. Not there. Checked my curls, no, not there. Off came the scarf, and I gazed down my shirt. Patted the shirt, and cami, nope not there. Maybe it dropped down the back of my shirt. In my shoes? Nope. Pretty soon I was barefoot, in my underwear, and standing in the kitchen. I should be in the car cursing traffic and half way to work.
The Honey came around the corner. "What are you doing? I thought you left long ago." I think he was less startled by my lack of clothing than the fact that I had not left yet. "You have to help me find the Kid's pendant. I have searched everywhere." And you had to do this in your underwear?" he said eyeing me. "Don’t judge me; you are standing here in your underwear holding a coffee cup too." He held up his pointer finger, disappeared, and reappeared with a strap on flashlight on his forehead. Soon he was on hands and knees with his underwear clad fanny sticking up. I riffled through drawers of open boxes of sandwich bags, potholders, and foil. "Found it!" he hollered. A few short minutes later, I was fully clothed again, pendant confirmed as firmly clasped, and on my way out the door.
While driving I started playing this morning's scene over in my head. I started to giggle, controlled at first. You know the kind of giggle. You don’t want it to carry you away. Full on belly laughing while driving alone could get a person reported. No use, the wave of giggledom consumed me and lasted for about a mile.
Replaying what a fly on the wall would have witnessed in our kitchen this morning fueled my amusement. First of all, he would have been very scared once he realized that we were the ones his mama warned him about. He probably covered his multiple eyes and screamed.
Haven't shared this story with the Kid yet but I am sure none of it would surprise her. For the millionth time, she would probably be relieved that she is not connected to us biologically. Otherwise - well... need I say more?
Grilled pineapple, Nutella, and vanilla bean ice cream.
This is how the Kid makes one of her favorite desserts.
Cook pineapple in some butter, soak some maple wood for the smoke box in the grill. Grill pineapple until it is hot and has grill marks. Serve a scoop of ice cream over the warm pineapple and drizzle with some Nutella.