grief

 

Sean Bloom, a friend and dear member of our little church

community, passed away last Monday after an intense battle 

against intestinal cancer. He was only 39 years old. I have

been overcome by waves of sorrow re: losing him and over the 

loss his wife and four young children will bear. I also feel 

relief that he is free from the pain he endured and that his family 

can move out of the holding pattern they were in and 

back to some sort of life-giving rhythm. It's a strange ambivalence.

crocheted hearts

I've been crocheting hearts this week, 

following this pattern at Little Birdie Secrets. 

To be honest, my first attempt turned into a hat.

My second attempt was even less useful. 

More like an anatomically correct heart, perhaps?

I finally got the hang of it, though, and pumped these

little guys out at 6 minutes apiece. I used them to 

cover up a sewing repair on the back of one of

Ashton's brand new shirts which she had cut holes 

in (gasp) before even wearing it (sigh)! 

The shirt is cuter than ever, though, so we're good to go!