Advent in my heart as I prepare for celebrating a baby being born over two thousand years ago.....my Saviour.
Crocheting a baby afghan of the creamiest shade of blue with a touch as soft as kitten's fur. I have entered a new realm with my friends' children now having children. This dear friend is expecting her first grandson in three weeks. Therefore, I crochet by the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree.
Prayer in every stitch in preparation for a Christmas baby.
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