Material Love

Do you ever want to do something special for that one, sweet wild child who gives so much? Sometimes this is what I do...

I stay up late, work on a design and start sewing. I choose fabrics I know will be loved, hope I am getting the dimensions right and place it bedside for a morning surprise. I don't know why, but somehow making things to me is love... Food, knitting, sewing, art...
And oh, how this little one deserves a little extra something, a little extra material love for just being her. She is so good, impossibly wise beyond her years and so thoughtful. She gets it. I am so grateful for her and it breaks my heart a little - her strength, her goodness... This week a few of her friends were "acting up" and I pulled her back from it and she had to make a choice, go with the flow of the littles or listen to Mama, and she made the right choice immediately. It blew me away (still does) and I felt a little sad for her (for having to choose), but also so happy she made the right choice. It was such a little, silly, insignificant moment, but it sat with me. Tomorrow will be different, and that is okay, but for today I just wanted to honor her in some way.

Gratitude.