First, it has been a month since someone special put a smile on my face and it hasn't left yet. My life was a rollercoaster of emotion for a time, a sea of nothing for a while, then a flower beginning to bloom as I began to make those first attempts at salvaging myself by spending time with friends learning how to knit and crochet. So these feelings weren't ever expected at this time in my life, and I will be eternally grateful for them and for the person that has brought them out in me - I will call him Sagittarius.
Second, I finally finished crochet baby blanket number 2 for another co-worker. The original plan was to have it done a month ago, before the baby was born, but I was pleasantly distracted by the afore mentioned someone special. Now, I get to give it to the actually baby and hopefully get to see her wrapped in it which doesn't usually happen at baby showers (unless someone screwed up with the planning, or Junior decided he wanted to make an early appearance).
I pretty much held true to the pattern that I had wanted for baby blanket number 1, which I had to alter when I realized I still hadn't learned about gauge and the size was too small. The pattern is called Baby Gritghan, which Sara found on the Ravelry website for me - she and I are both members, and I have to give them kudos. However, instead of keeping it a solid, I made it stripped. Two rows form a "puff" pattern, and I made it each color about 6 "puffs" wide. I chose all the baby pastels (pink, blue, green, and pink) since at the time the baby diva, who turned out to be a girl, was being too modest to let her parents know what she was until she was born. I did the edging in a pastel purple and weaved in a white ribbon. I think it turned out pretty cute, and have decided to do something similar for baby blanket number 3 for the little girl a friend in PA will be having in June.
Last but not least, today was the first communion for Rose and Geek's daughter, Lil Redhead. She was so cute up at the alter with the rest of the kids, and was one of the smallest. She tends to be on the shy side, so I was so happy when I saw her singing in the front row with the rest of them. Her brother, LeggoBoy, is my godson and had his first communion last year. He was a year late in doing it, and was the only one.
It was a stark contrast between the two services, yet both special for each. LeggoBoy brought tears of joy to my eyes last year, and Lil Redhead brought a huge beaming grin to my face. I am not Catholic, and can't say that I understand a lot of their traditions. However, there is a wonderful feeling that comes with seeing a child learn about their religion, take pride in that knowledge as these two did on their special days, and accept it into their lives. I'm not saying they will always feel this way or this close to it.
But for one moment they did, and all life is is a series of moments pulled together by a thread.
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