Last fall I caught myself softly laughing as I carried a bag of newly purchased yarn to my car. I was overwhelmed with the pure joy of living and enjoying so many different things. Knitting, quilting, sewing, scrapbooking, gardening, baking, reading, music…maybe even cleaning cloth diapers.
Today I finished knitting my very first sock. Tony looked over at me at one point and asked if it was worth it. Oh yes it is. Maybe it is the slow pace of progress, the gentle clicking of the needles, the connection to women of the past who depended on knitting socks for their families, the sheer thrill of making something…I don’t know. But I do know it is totally worth it.
Tonight I am knitting on another project that I started last year. I am listening to a book on tape. Wishing I could also listen to newly discovered knitting podcasts. Thinking I should be able to read and knit at the same time. Taking a break from knitting to read a little bit of Growing a Farmer: How I Learned to Live Off the Land. Dreaming of growing my own farm. Realizing that tomorrow I need to bake bread. Looking up a hard roll recipe from the author of “Growing a Farmer.” Is it too late…9:52pm…to start a batch of hard rolls?? Yes it is, but there is always tomorrow. Bottom line–I love life. And all the things I listed above don’t even include my champion of a husband, or the little wonder breathing deeply in his crib, or the tiny being just beginning to make his movements known to his happy mama. I love life! Thank you God for small details and big moments that bring a smile to my face.