Last night, I didn’t get much writing done because I spent a good part of the knitting this hat:
The finished hat will be a gift for the baby of a woman I work with. She has been on bed rest since Valentine’s Day because of a herniated disc. I’ll be thinking of her today as she undergoes a C-section, delivering baby Julia three weeks early. Immediately after the baby is born, my friend will have surgery to repair the disc. I pray that all goes well for her and her baby.
By today’s standards, I was pretty young when my children were born. Looking back, I think that was a good thing. My husband and I were too young to really understand that having kids is a pretty risky business. Or that their grip on your heart only tightens as the years go by. But I can’t imagine life without them.