Making...stuff...

I have good memories of my mother sewing. Making things has always been a part of my life. I love knitting, crocheting, making music. There's just something about physically making something. I think it's just putting the feeling of putting my heart and creativity into something tangible that gives me joy. It's an outlet.

This year I'm adding sewing to my list of hobbies. I recently made my sister (hopefully she doesn't read this blog) a set of baby blankets for her new little life that's coming in February. She's having a girl and naming it Lucy Olivia Smith. I can't wait to meet her... and I especially can't express how much I'll miss watching her grow up halfway across the country. But, at least I hope the blanket will be there with her. My love for my nieces and nephews is overwhelming. And since I don't get to see them much, I think I have to make stuff so that the love has somewhere to go when I'm so far away.

God has given me lots of children to invest in right here in Holland. And I strive to be as good of an adopted aunt as a real one for my brother and sister's children...but it's hard when they are sooooo far away. So, today I ask for God's grace as I miss my family.