Star of Bethlehem is one of my go to patterns. I have made them in every size from miniatures with seams an eighth of an inch wide to oversized monsters that cover a California king. I have a plastic tool that makes managing two hundred bias diamonds less of an exercise in frustration and more of a pleasant way to spend an afternoon. Because I have more than my share of fabric, it is a snap to pull a bunch of yardage off the shelves and begin. Being snowbound this week seemed like reason enough to do so. 

It takes six seconds to post photos of my quilts on social media. This week I shared the stars I am working on as well as a log cabin for a couple getting married. In every case the quilt was unfinished. Not yet ironed. Unbound. Yet people responded with appreciation and encouragement every time. There were no scolding words reprimanding me for not waiting until I cut the last thread. Everyone seemed tickled to see it in stages.

People often offer photos of their children as well. A young woman who turned twenty one this week showed up as family celebrated her, both remembering her childhood, and now as a young lady. There were no suggestions that she is in any way incomplete. 

Yet obviously, she has room to grow. Learn, Cry. Discover. Still those possibilities do not diminish the beauty of today. 

Relationships are, and have ever been unfinished. In spite of the tendency of Grimm and Disney to portray newlywed couples as happily ever after, they are decidedly not. Issues are yet to be ironed out. Children and circumstances will come that bind them together. 

Yet even as they beg for more loving attention, more trimming, more time, marriages are worthy of appreciation along the way.