All the Pretty Little Horses (Hush-a-bye) - Traditional American Folk

This is Thomas, wrapped up in a quilt K8 made with love. I remember visiting K8 a couple years ago as she pieced the design together, and her stitching it, worrying it wouldn't be done on time, and hoping with all the hope you have when a new baby comes into the world. We are happy he was here for a little bit, but mostly sad right now since he is drifting away from us.

I've had the Weepies in my head today, the one about taking comfort wherever you can, and it's not been very terribly comforting, but it's what I've got today:

Comfort (from A Bird Flies Out, Deb Talan)

When everyone has gone to sleep and you are wide awake

there's no one left to tell your troubles to.

Just an hour ago, you listened to their voices

lilting like a river over underground

and the light from downstairs came up soft like daybreak

dimly as the heartache of a lonely child.
If you can't remember a better timeyou can have mine, little one.

In days to come when your heart feels undone

may you always find an open hand

and take comfort wherever you can.
And oh, it's a strange place.

And oh, everyone with a different face

but just like you thought when you stopped here to linger

we're only as separate as your little fingers.
So cry, why not? we all do

then turn to one you love

and smile a smile that lights up all the room.

Follow your dreams in through every out-door

it seems that's what we're here for.
And when you can't remember a better time

you can have mine, little one.

In days to come when your heart feels undone

may you always find an open hand

and take comfort, there is comfort.

Take comfort wherever you can, you can, you can.