It's been a long time. I'm up late. It's 3am. I've had some blankets to mend and a few other things. I'm done with them now. But I started "Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close" and now I don't want to turn it off.
As I was sewing by hand, the fabric that had torn or come apart, I realized how mending these blankets and clothing (to be honest, it was a pair of Phoenix's underwear) was therapeutic. It feels good. It feels right. There's something about the love that I have for my family that is woven into these hand-mended items (I have a sore middle finger to prove it). Especially because of which blankets they are: The Sunflower blanket and The blue patch work quilt my mom made for Aaron. The Sunflower blanket is Skye and Phoenix's favorite. It's the comforter that Skye sleeps with daily. This is not the first time I've had to mend it.
Mending is an interesting action. If I didn't mend the blanket, chances are it would be in complete disarray. But because I've taken the time to do so 2-3 times, it still looks brand new. Well, mostly. It looks loved. I think this is the case in all aspects of life. We need to care for the relationships and things in our life if we want them to last. And this movie goes hand in hand with this line of thought.
I hadn't seen this movie since the theaters. It's so good. I'm trying to figure out if it's something that Liam might like to watch. It's fairly cerebral, so I don't know if he'd be able to follow it all the way through. It's an amazing perspective on the 9/11 ordeal. I'm so excited to take Liam to Ground Zero. To experience together, for the first time, the memorial there in NYC.
It's in the quiet moments in the middle of the night. When time slows down. Time for me to think. Ponder. Be grateful for my life. My kids. My husband. All of my blessings. I am indeed grateful on this day of Thanksgiving.
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