Hooks

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Day 21

This collection of crochet hooks belonged to my Grandma Ann. I swear she could make anything with them and a little yarn. She so loved creating and sharing those creations with everyone. She made more afghans, throws and shawls than I could ever imagine.

My Grandma taught me to crochet when I was 10, and helped me to know the joy of sharing my creations. I didn’t realize what a gift that was. When I look at these hooks, I think of all the love she put into all she created and I am so blessed to have the tools she used, and the ability to use them.

It may sound silly to some, but when I use her hooks, whether it be to craft something or to teach someone else how to crochet, it’s like sharing her legacy.

I am thankful for this collection of hooks, and the legacy she shared with me.

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My name is Jennifer. I'm the wife of Dave, my favorite husband ever, and the mom to 450, give or take a few. I've given birth to two handsome baby boys, who have grown in to two handsome, wonderful young men. I do, however, provide snacks, bandaids, a listening ear, emotional support, calls to check in on, and so much more to about 450 kids at the high school where I am the "office lady". So in essence, I have 450 plus kids. My husband and I live in the middle of nowhere, in the upper left corner of the lower 48, with our dogs, cats, occasional cow, and a stray horse named Amber. In the absence of children in the home, our mixed breed lap dog, who happens to be the size of a small pony, has become our fur baby. I have a heart for the broken and hurting. God did not bring me through childhood abuse, bad decisions as a teenager and saved by Christ as an adult, to keep my story to myself. I firmly believe that we are not meant to walk this road alone, I mean God did create Eve because it wasn't good to leave Adam alone.

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