earrings from an 8 year old

at david's nephew's birthday party, the newly minted 8 year old ran up to me, gave me a hurried, yet firm and loving hug, and then announced he had something for me.

he dropped to his knees, grasped at his jeans pocket, and started knocking a metal container on the sidewalk to empty its contents.

a bit about this 8 year old: the two of us talk crafts when we see each other. both of us are usually considering a new project, and this time, he shared his latest with me, as a gift.



he made the fimo beads and crafted them into earrings. they're precious. i love them.