So I finished yet another baby blanket...
I love the edging. This is the edging for a boy. I like a ruffle edging better, but that's for a girl.
Can't give a baby blanket with ruffles to a little boy. Nope.
Yes this is for a baby boy.
Look at that little face! And those big lips! All togehter now... AWWWWW!!!
He was born in November, and he is the grandson of one of my favorite coworkers, Lieutennant Commander Meek-Meek!
I remember the day he was born. Meek Meek was telling our boss "I gotta go! This girl is about to have this baby!"
"And I'm leaving, too!" I hollered.
"You going with her?" my boss asked
"No, honey! I'm going in the opposite direction! I'm going home!"
No I wasn't going with Meek-Meek to the hospital to see the baby born. I was going home. Heck, Meek-Meek is my late night work partner. It was 5 pm. We usually get off around 7 pm. No use in me hanging out here at work.
Me and Meek-Meek walked quickly to the garage. She got in her car and sped off one way, and I sped off in the other direction.
The next thing I know, I received a text message picture of the baby. Glory!
Little Nehemiah was all dressed up for Christmas.
That little dude is knocked out. I didn't know they made little Santa suits for babies. I learn something new everyday!
I told Meek today that that boy is not gonna remember this picture, lol.
But his big sister Ari will remember them!
So Lieutennant Commander Grandma Meek-Meek posed with the blanket today!
I am sorry I was late with the blanket, honey! So sorry!
She didn't seem to mind. I think she is just happy with a little gift for her new grandson.
Alas, I've been itching to get started on my new baby blanket project. Same vagrieted yarn as above, but using a smaller needle. That gives smaller stitches.
I am especially excited because this baby hasn't even been conceived yet.
I am just... anticipating. Just like the prosepective and hopeful parents.
'Tis my way of operating in faith... my way of being supportive. I just don't know the words to say to be helpful. So instead, I TAKE ACTION. That means start praying and start making a baby blanket. In advance, man!
I'd bought my yarn to work so that I could start on it during my break.
And here are the beginnings of it.
Those parents might have a couple blankets land on their doorstep.
I love doing that, starting on something before the baby is even conceived. I remember a few years ago, one of my journal writing sisters had a dream photo album, and she and her husband were wanting to have a baby and had been working on it for quite awhile. She even had to have some surgery. I teared up watching her stand there and talk about it. I started on the blanket soon after. I gave it to her at the baby shower.
One of my fondest memories is talking to one of my favorite readers about her and her husband's desires to have children and some of the medical things they were having to do...
I remember her announcing that she was pregnant. And I remember her being in town for a conference and bringing the sleeping baby to my house.
When I am not having a great day, I remember the baby girl's cry.
I remember holding and feeding that baby...
I remember holding her in my arms... the warmth of her body and her breathing.
And I reminesce about how that little breathing baby was once a thought in her mama's mind.
She didn't exist... She was merely a thought.
A single thought.
A thought that had manifested... into something living, breathing and moving.
And I think about that very thought and feeling as I crochet this blanket for this baby... who doesn't even exist yet. He or she is merely a thought right now in the minds of the parents.
And that is very very important. Nothing happens without first being a thought.
A thought is a seed, you see. And our heart is fertile soil.
What a joy just to meditate on that.
A joy to have those thoughts running through my mind... while I crochet.
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