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Unraveling Love Out Loud

Thanks to an overseas deployment, as the one left to keep the home fires burning I spent the greater part of this year and part of last solo with two kids under 4. "Solo" isn't entirely accurate - I might have been the only one at home making primary decisions, but I had so much help and support that I am so grateful for.

One person committed to putting my Littles to bed one Tuesday a month so that I could go to a yoga class. We were invited to dinner by people who were willing to cook around our dietary restrictions. A rotation of volunteers kept our yard mowed. People showed up when the car needed to be dropped off at the shop for new wheel bearings, when the truck battery died, when a dead tree became a hazard, when the garbage disposal broke, when the heater wouldn't stay on and we were all bunched around a space heater in a back bedroom - even when Brooklyn and Tobin both got a tummy bug and I was trying desperately to take care of them while not getting it myself.

There were so many people to thank, and just "thank you" seemed so insufficient, so I sat down to knit. I won three balls of yarn in a yarn crawl drawing, and made them into Love Out Loud gloves, to warm giving hands as they had warmed my heart.

It was a small offering in the face of such tremendous generosity, but if you'd like to make a pair yourself, head here and enter code write31days to get the pattern for free through the end of the month - and check back tomorrow for the story behind Refuge!

This is day eight of my series 31 Days of Unraveling Designs - check here for intro and post list!


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