I have a little girl.
She likes rabbits, so I crocheted one.
She likes flowers, so I crocheted one.
She likes hair clips, so I crocheted one.
My girl said, “Mom, you’re a magician! You can turn the yarn into any shape I like.”
I told her, “Mom only wants one shape, the shape of your joy.”
For you:
With yarn threaded between my fingers, I’m weaving time into the shape of your joy.