It is two years to the day since I lost my beloved Peter. I was thinking last night about the last time I saw him, and how much I wish I had known it was going to be the last time, how much I wish I had said and how much I wish I had been by his side. His dear mum, bless her, does not have to mark this date as she passed away recently and my heart's wish is that she is now with Peter and they are a comfort to each other. God bless you Betty.
Two years. It is no time at all and yet it is the longest time of all.
A caterpillar does not cease to be when it becomes a butterfly, and Peter, I know, has not ceased to be.
Wanna make me happy? Give me card, ribbons, gems, dies and papers galore; then follow up with beads, findings, more beads, wires and - oh yes, more beads. I confess, I am a crafter, and one who is utterly addicted to all things home made. I’ve even been known to try my hand at cross stitch and machine sewing. When I’m not crafting, I love reading – mostly novels and mostly fantasy. I also garden, and this year am growing my own for the first time. Honestly, watching the tender little plants (some of which I raised from seeds) is like tending to babies. I love them! Above and beyond all the foregoing passions is my love for Twinkle. Now, you may think Twinkle looks like a cat – and truth be told she does often behave like one, but I know she is my little soulmate and the most precious little being in the world.