A late 19th century window salvaged from a now-demolished Baptist church in the midwestern town where I was born. A little amateur electrician work in the attic, a little LED tape, and a whole lot of finger crossing later.
This window is a holy relic with real power. If my kids touch it, they will be guaranteed to see Jesus Christ.
It is a wonderful thing to be surrounded by talented friends.
If you're ever in the neighborhood, get to Springfield Hot Glass Studio and look at what Terry and Gabe can do. Mad scientists, the lot of them.
Sometimes I hang things on the whimsical hooks we bought for the kids' backpacks and they don't look quiiiiiite so whimsical anymore.
One of my greatest fears is that the world will beat the tenderness out of my son. The world has too many hard men who suck at emotional labor.