Martha My Way

Last night I had an idyllic evening with my kids. We started out covering the dining room table with paper and then making a simple craft that involved glue and was therefore guaranteed fun. While our glue dried, we moved to the island and made, as a group, pizza dough. Both Jacob and Hannah made their own mini pizzas that they kneaded and rolled out. Hannah's was shaped like a twisted figure 8, and Jacob's was somewhat circular. Both objects of extreme pride. They sauced them, added pepperoni, and then topped with cheese. By the time we were done we were all covered in flour. And as I looked around at the mess we had made, at our unfinished craft on the table, at our smiling faces, I realized - this is my version of Martha.

Not quite magazine-worthy, but memorable nonetheless. And I don't think I would trade the fun we had for a gourmet meal or an exquisite craft. It was just me being me with my beautiful children. Even Martha can't compete with that.