I turned to something deeply familiar and personal: knitting. It was a skill passed down from my grandmother, shaped by years of quiet evenings and patience. I chose soft yarn in calming colors and began stitching a baby blanket by hand, working late at night after my children were asleep. I even embroidered the baby’s name into one corner. The project took weeks, but every stitch carried care, intention, and love. To me, it wasn’t just a blanket—it was warmth, tradition, and a piece of family history.Continue reading…
