Thursday Thought

This morning, I woke up with an urge to share something close to my heart—my journey with crocheting.

If you’ve read my “Back Story” post, you already know that it all began when I was pregnant with my daughter. Back then, crocheting was more than just learning a new hobby. It was a way for me to nest, to prepare, and to pour love into every little stitch of a tiny blanket for the baby I hadn’t met yet but already loved beyond words.

Since then, crocheting has become part of the rhythm of my life. What began as a creative outlet during pregnancy has grown into a practice of intentional, heartfelt giving. These days, I find joy in making things for my daughter, my son, my husband, and even close friends who feel like family. Whether it’s a cozy hat, a soft toy, or a blanket for a chilly night—each gift carries a little bit of me in it.

There’s something deeply meaningful about giving a handmade piece. In a world that moves fast and favors convenience, crocheting slows me down. It invites me to be present, to think about the person I’m creating for, and to infuse the piece with care, patience, and love. Every project has a story, even if it’s just a quiet moment at the end of a long day when I sat down with yarn in my lap and my family on my mind.

One of my favorite things about crocheting is how it turns ordinary materials into something lasting. A skein of yarn becomes a stuff animal that my son will drag from room to room. A scarf becomes something my husband wears on winter mornings, made with the warmth only love can add.

Crocheting isn’t just something I do—it’s become part of how I love. And I’m grateful for that.