Friday, September 25, 2009
The Best Morning
I was mending Laurel's baby blanket (i.e. my ancient almost-30 year old beauty) yesterday on the couch. She climbed up beside me and proceeded to pull all the buttons out of my sewing box, separate them into piles, unwind colorful thread from bobbins...for an hour! I remember being fascinated by my mother's button box when I was a kid. Warm fuzzies to think that little girls always seem drawn to mommy's sewing notions. But having her next to me while I was doing some hand sewing (which I always find so calming) was the best feeling. I don't think I've felt so content since I was nursing a newborn. Bliss!