Yesterday I stayed home all day and recuperated. One of the things I really wanted to do was make that bead necklace I was talking about, to memorialize the miscarriage experience. So when Erik set off to the Farmers' Market in the morning, I asked him to take Cecily with him in the stroller so I could be alone and concentrate, which he did. I planned out this fairly complex pattern, with beads made of wood and jade and tiger's eye, with metal spacers and seed beads in between. Only then did I realize that I was out of beading wire. I tried stringing them on thread instead, which was awful. At this point Erik (who had gotten back from the Farmer's Market) offered to go buy me some more beading wire. That was just the most emotionally supportive thing he could have done for me at that moment, and not only did he do it, but he also brought me back a surprise raspberry chai latte from the coffee shop next door to the beading place.
Thanks to Erik, I finished my project and felt good about the rest of my day.