Tempest Tossed

The rain storms are abating as our own story wrestles with turmoil. I get great solace from knitting (secret) baby items and hoping for new life stitch by stitch.
My husband's dad has pulled through heart surgery and is doing as well as expected. But that means monitors and medications and driving down the ribbon of darkness across the steel grey river to the higher level hospital.
It also means coping mechanisms are tight to the teeth and talking is hollow. Delete rant.
There is love in the air. A heart is pumping and we must gather the chaff to measure our thanks before they are whipped away in the wake of time passing.