Dear Longest Night,
I am sorry I have left you at the bottom of the WIP basket for so long. I do not know what I could have been thinking. The minute I held you and checked out your charts, I knew you were all I ever needed. Reconnecting with you over the past few days I have felt the clouds part and the sun shine and never want to be without you again. I promise that nevermore will you feel the bottom of the basket pressing against your stitches. Forgive me?