All you need is love

My Beloved turned 40 last week. It's a hard number for a lot of reasons, but even more so, I think, when you've faced the kind of challenges and losses that we have. Men with far fewer struggles have wigged out far more than he did upon reaching the big 4-0.

In truth, he was just a little quiet. A little contemplative. And yeah, a little sad.

And I totally get that. I'm not there yet, but I'm following closely behind (thisclosebehind, as a matter of fact). And I know all too well that life hasn't brought us to the place either of us thought we'd be in right now.

We were almost there. Almost. Once upon a time.

But we're here instead, in this other place that we're still trying to get used to. And accept.

But we're here together. And I love him more now than I ever have, even when he's a little sad and a little quiet. And a little wigged out at turning 40.

Which all has absolutely nothing to do with Saturday and Sunday's motifs. It just needed to be said, I thought.

So I did.


July 18, 2009


This, done in the right weight of crochet cotton, is an earring. Or a doily, if you use the yarn I did.

July 19, 2009


Sort of peacock-y, I think.

Don't tell anyone, but I totally did this square incorrectly. It should have a wave pattern, but I changed yarn colours too soon. And mine looks peacock-y instead.