Pride and Prejudice

More than I care to admit, pride and prejudice, is actually an astute description of one fully focused on design and aesthetic. But that aside, the association has proven life changing to me. I had the sheer joy of entertaining a family of six, and in a very limited amount of time we shared a few pleasures that sparked the eldest daughter's imagination enough to say, "Mom, I feel like I'm in Pride and Prejudice." This may have been the biggest compliment of my life. I'm not sure whether it was the tea, served in silver and raffia hand-me-down from my mom, or my old canopy bed she slept in. But either way, the compliment, like all good compliments, revealed something to me. The formalities that define that period and made it so hard to love and become a family past all the pretense and status -I'm kinda rich in. The ability to love and appreciate beyond oneself -this young lady was dead wealthy in. And although I lay in bed retelling my husband (who made it back from Nicaragua thank the Holy God of the universe) the story of how she felt like she was in Pride and Prejudice, what I've really taken from the encounter was a deep longing to live with a little less pride and much less prejudice.
Thank you, thank you for your visit.