I inherited my best friend’s collection of yarn today.
There is more story in that one sentence than I can tell tonight, but I want to record that I am grateful.
Artist types know.
I am filled with remembrances. I see I have some of the very same yarns in my collection.
I see she has random unmatched knitting needles, too.
I know I’ll create something good from what remains, maybe many good things, and maybe a story, too.
But tonight, I think of how Waydean keeps coming back to me in the most unexpected ways.
A cardboard box overflowing with yarn and mismatched needles means a smile today. I can hear her laughing.
I know it’s another message at the right time. You need to take some time.
Maybe this is an early birthday gift…I have time to make something sweet before April…and to remember more memories.