Lois and I have been busy. Here's the rug we made for Dale.
I saw her yesterday, and her reaction was priceless.
She sprawled over it, kicked her legs, ran in circles, then looked up at me, and said "thank you, Mimi, thank you."
I made her another sweater, but I am not as fond of this one.
She kept trying to roll the sleeves up, so I guess that they are too long.
She goes 100 miles an hour, and finally, she is done.
Nap time. For her, and me.
As I get older, or as my reality sinks in, I find that I am satisfied with much less.
Give me my looms, my big old house. Yarn to knit, books to read.
I don't feel like I need much to be happy, certainly not near what I thought I needed, at one time.
Being able to put that baby to sleep in a rocking chair, pure joy.
It is good to love what you have, to love your life, such as it is. It is wise to keep your needs simple, to be sustained by simple things.
It took me a long time, and a lot of pain to get here.
But I'm here now.