Everybody's having babies, which is fine with me as long as I'm not among them. I've done my Mommy time. Now it's time to enjoy other people's babies.
But I feel compelled to make blankets -- either quilted or crocheted -- for every friend who's having a baby. I haveto finish three of them in the next couple of months.
I've crocheted a lot since Mike died. It's therapeutic to sit there and crochet. We were talking about prayer with the high school Sunday school class this week and someone suggested my crochet is a form of prayer as I worked on one of the baby blankets.
Maybe it is. Maybe each stitch is a prayer for comfort and acceptance of things the way they are. I like the thought of that. It's better than saying I'm obsessive.
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