I caught up with one of my best friends today,  and amoung the mayhem we both caught up on a little mending.  I fixed holes in pants for Poppy, Little Bear,  and patched this onesie for Calliope. It was precious to get time to use my hands,  precious to just be with a good friend, and precious to help the kids have a good day.  In between the fog and rain they played in the yard, and crafted with play dough or polymer clay for the older ones. 

Learning to let go of what I thought this would look like, of the dream that chokes me,  and see what is here, right in front of me.  The light falls cold and soft, the needle draws the torn edges back together, the children call my name.