Late night thoughts… And I see how pieces gathered over time, some bright with celebration, some worn thin by grief, some patterned with memories we never would have chosen but somehow still belong. Nothing matches perfectly. Edges fray. Colours clash. Threads knot and tangle beneath tired hands. And yet the beauty is not found in perfection, but in the willingness to keep stitching anyway. To hold joy beside sorrow. To let softness live beside survival. To believe that even