It is Easter morning, and I am doing what I have done for many many years. Sewing buttons on a little dress. I wonder how many grandmas and mommies and nannas and bibis are doing this very thing. I would have done it last night, but I was tired. But a cup of coffee, a sunrise, The Messiah playing softly and a needle in my hand make a great way to begin a day.
Happy Easter, dear friends.