I went to a baby shower brunch this morning. Knowing I was having a “girlie” day, I put on a skirt and went with matching hose and shoes. I dotted on a little fragrance and was happy to have pulled myself together for a delightful day. The brunch was lovely. We were served platters full of fresh fruit, vegetables, and delicious little sandwiches. Coffee was served in a china cup, and several friends wore festive sweaters to the baby shower. We were celebrating a new little life, a little girl due to be born in late March. As the mother-to-be unwrapped the darling pink outfits, we were in fits. Meanwhile back home, Paul pulled on his “shop clothes” - the ones that have a faint odor of solvent and hydraulic oil no matter how many times they’ve been washed. We crossed paths as I was on my way from the baby shower to an afternoon tea party. He had on his ball cap and looked very happy as he headed out to work in his shop.
When Katy and I arrived at the home of our friends for the tea party, the table was set with beautiful china and lavish Valentine decorations. The aroma of chocolate and fresh sliced fruit greeted us when we walked in. Even the apple slices had a little heart shape cut into the center of them. Katy and I love that kind of detail. The hostess wore lace and the other girls had come wearing their pretty sweaters and skirts. Katy has pictures of this tea party on her “Musings” site tonight. Our friend even wore a white lace apron, proving that today was definitely not just an ordinary day for us girls. Meanwhile, the father and brother of our hostess were dressed in their “outdoor” gear. They had on their caps and thermal shirts, because they were headed out to do some shooting in the woods. When the ladies arrived for the tea party they were out of there pretty quick. They looked very happy when they returned smelling of the great outdoors and a little gun powder.
The women had a great day. Our day was everything feminine and prissy. The men had a great day. It was everything gritty and manly. At the end of the day, Paul and I are getting into our comfy lounge wear, brewing some tea, and will soon settle down on the couch together to watch a movie. We will both prop our feet up on the coffee table and think, “Wow, today was a great day.” And neither one of us would have wanted to experience the other’s day. We were perfectly satisfied being male and female. “And the Lord God caused a deep sleep to fall upon Adam, and he slept; and the Lord took one of his ribs, and closed up the flesh. And the rib which the Lord God had taken from man, made he a woman, and brought her to the man.” Genesis 2:21-22. And somehow with all the differences between us, the Lord makes it work, and declares it “good.”