We’re doing our best to celebrate new life after the dark events of earlier this week. There is joy everywhere you look…in the blooming trees… in the many stories of the brave, kind heroes in the aftermath of tragedy… in my friend’s swelling baby bump, and the promise of new life. I personally found comfort in knitting a few little woolens for her baby girl, who will join the world this fall.
There is something so soothing about the gentle clack of needles, the rows of purls and knits slowly coming together. I sit outside while Vijay digs in the dirt, and Vik rolls around on a quilt at my feet, and I watch the balls of yarn slowly become lovely little handknits.
When darkness threatens to overtake our world, it is nice to be reminded that there is joy to be had in the simple things. My boys are a great reminder of all that is good, innocent, pure and loving, and I am so thankful for their presence in my life.