Moments for stitching. Found in the car, next to the tub, during nap time, outside on a blanket, my legs framing Jasper. Sewing out all my feelings. Freeing my colors. It is the one outlet that has really blossomed since the babies came and the words dried up. The smooth needle in my fingers and something forming under my hands, the satisfying tug of the thread. The ability to stop at a moment and pick up during the next pause.
It all adds up. An inch of work matters. All these little things we do over and over each day makes itself into something worthwhile and beautiful.