It seems like my life is on a brief ‘hold’. My 20 year old son has been in Iraq for 7 months, fighting, and he returned to the states today. We haven’t heard from him yet, and we probably won’t for another 8 hours, because they have to be ‘processed’. Be happy with me today for the return of our son. I’m tearful as I write this, as my heart aches to hug him.
(mother first, fiber artist second)