an old friend

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?

Love,

Terri