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Best Mother’s Day gift ever:  watching your only child become a father.  Second best gift?  The cordless drill set.  Thanks, son.

And, perhaps best of all is the everyday gift of your beautiful wife.  Finally, a daughter.  It was worth the wait.

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birthdays

Gosh.  That was some slump I fell into back in January.  Wait, wait, I can explain.

There’s been some baby birthing going on in our family.  On January 20th, my beautiful DIL gave birth to twin boys, Miles and Mason.  Weighing just 1 lb. 9 oz. and 1 lb. 10 oz., their arrival caused quite a stir.  Today, they are six weeks old and each weighs nearly 3.5 lbs.  My continued thanks to everyone who has sent good wishes, energy and prayers their way.  Both boys are making good, steady progress and are surrounded by a constant, unwavering aura of love.

In addition to adjusting to my new role as Nana, there has been the long commute between my home and that of the NICU where my grandsons reside, 1,000 miles away.  I’ve learned how to work remotely, pack smartly for airport security lines, navigate a second metropolitan freeway system, speak NICU-ese, and knit by the glow of ventilator machines as I sit next to the babies’ isolettes.

Through all the upheaval, anxiety, and extreme emotional swings, there has been a constant in my life for whom I have insufficient words to thank.  Today is Greatest Husband’s birthday, and it is no exaggeration to say that he is the singular person in my life who, by example,  has taught me more about love than any person, book, or work of art and imagination.  I am stronger, better, smarter and more generous because of him.  This is the anniversary of the day of his birth and that is a worthy event for the universe to celebrate.

Happy birthday, baby.

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Murder

Fair is foul, and foul is fair.

Fowl is dead.

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Gift – Part 2

Here’s something to ponder.  What does one do when the recipient of a handmade gift fails to recognize that the gift was handmade?

I really like the co-worker whose name I drew for our annual gift exchange.  She is a lovely person who’s sunny attitude is unfailing.  She is a joy to be around.

I don’t sell the things I make, nor do I allow myself to be goaded into making things out of a sense of guilt or responsibility, or worst of all, demand performance.  If I make a gift for someone, it’s an act of joy.  In this case, I’ve already reaped the joy benefit on my end.  At least that was my mind’s calculation in the moments that followed the opening of the gift when I realized she wasn’t going to ask, “did you make this?”

Funny thing.  In writing this, I just realized that the lost opportunity was mine.  Instead of hoping this woman would recognize my high regard for her through receiving a piece of silk and thread, I could have written her a personal note expressing my thoughts and my gratitude.

Hmmm . . . thanks! ThreadingWater blog.  Now, I know just what to do.

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Weird Christmas

my neighbor collects plastic santas

I find this display vaguely creepy.  Then again, I have to close my eyes during  Burger King commercials.

If you know where I live, my neighbor’s wife would love it if you drove off with one or ten of these things.

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