Last night for dinner we had a great Smoked Salmon gnocchi with asparagus out on the deck. A nice Rose wine and some fresh bread rounded out a great meal. We were sitting on the benches Beautiful made and eating off the table she made as well. There was an old door behind the house that she built a base for and put the two together for a long deck table. She cut flowers from our front yard and a table cloth that was purchased for my birthday party, then lost, then found days later completed the presentation.
Now we are all about tweaking traditional gender roles in our house what with a stay at home dad and shared cooking responsibilities, but Beautiful seems to be taking it to whole new level. She is both the traditional man and the traditional woman leaving me wondering what she needs me around for.
Before we got married she worried that I would make her wear long flowing dress and bake cookies for the bible studies in our basement but it seems much more likely that I will be clearing out that basement so her table saw and serger will fit with the welding machine and boxes of ribbons. The truth is I love it. I love the creativity that comes spilling out of every nook and cranny of that house. We are just as likely to have a new piece of furniture she made as we are to have a new painting in the guest room she whipped up to tie the room together. The boys have the shirts Beautiful made them as they play with the parking garage she made out of left over wood scraps from the addition she put on the back of the house. (OK maybe she hasn’t done that, yet)
She does so many things better then I do but sadly, in our kids eyes, there is one thing that Daddy does better and it’s a big one. When it comes to Saturday morning pancakes there is no competition. I have a gift for slap jacks as my little brother still calls them, and try as she might she can’t get rid of me just yet. She wants those pancakes, she needs those pancakes. I’m safe…….for now.