Crocheting has been part of my life for yeeeeears. This isn’t news, I know. I cringe now for projects I used to gift, but I know that a person improves only with practice, so I can let those go for the most part. But I kicked it into high gear since Brady had his first surgery.
Crocheting provides SO much rest to me. To my brain, by giving it rest. To my body, by busying my hands, keeping them from picking at my skin or nails. And to my heart, for making something beautiful in the process. I feel MORE restful crocheting while having a show in the background than if I was just laying in bed, watching tv. Its the perfect rest.
I very much wish Brady was still in my bed beside me at night. I would give just about anything to have him back, strong and well, doing life with me. But he was not living his life at the end. I would not wish him to be back in his later condition, especially considering where he is now 💜 He is free from ALL disease and ALL restrictions. Thanks be to God!
However, with my bed significantly emptier than it used to be, Brady’s side holds the latest crochet project. Right now, that has become snowflake blankets. The little hexagons are simple and pretty, and so far the outcomes have been worth the effort.
There is something so fulfilling about making something really beautiful in the midst of truly the most tragic time of ones life.
Creamsicle Christmas is coming your way ❄️
Its been three weeks.
