The couple whose wedding we attended this past October were due to welcome a baby in February. She qualified as a geriatric pregnancy, which means a high chance of a premature birth. I began making a blanket for this child-to-be soon after we came home. It has been a constant effort over the past 3 months. (This tells you why hand made fiber products are either expensive or free).

I completed it yesterday. Her water broke yesterday! (Starry Night? Stained Glass? Either way, it is warm and soft.) We await news of a safe journey through the birthing process for both mother and child.

With 21 below this morning, this is as close to a burnt offering we are likely to get. All of our energy is focused on the labor of love that is life.

Children are the best work there is.