Three thousand miles away my dear friend Becky awaits the birth of her second child. The operative word of course is awaits for this is key to the art of becoming a mother. You might say, 'But of course - a mother has no choice but to wait!' In this waiting however, a woman shows who she is. My friend Becky is an artist of 'the wait.'
Becky is crocheting her way through waiting. Blanket squares gave way to hats, scarves, mitts and booties. As baby grew ears, limbs and tiny little toes, Becky found patterns to bundle them up.
Every now and then, Becky would stop to rest. But knowing my friend, this was likely only every NOW and THEN. ;)
Her latest masterpiece arrived in a shipping envelope a couple weeks ago. Christened by slobber the woolly teddy got a big thumbs up from the resident quality control expert.
From all of us who know you and love you - however many thousand miles separate us - we send our love and strength as your wait comes to an end and three become four.
Love,
Angela, Laci, Ati and Ati Bear
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