Schmilly is back from his three day trip to see the parents
and he came bearing gifts
of the knitted variety:
My heart melted into a caramel puddle when I unwrapped the
golden paper and saw these soft, beautiful booties...
I just cannot express the tenderness I feel knowing that my
creative mother-in-love knitted these for us.
I imagine her sitting under lamplight
smiling to herself as she pictured the wee baby feet
these would someday cradle.
She's extra beautiful when she smiles.
Continuing the family love, Anthony's Grandma sent the 'ten commandments of parenting"
along with her own addition in a letter I devoured. She wrote:
"Don't try to raise a petunia if you plant an onion seed. Let your children be who they are and celebrate your differences."
Wise words, Grandma.
The mailbox has been a joyful place to visit daily, with little bundles and onesies and
letters and bees...
A knitted hat arrived from a much-loved friend in the northeast
and I want to frame it, I treasure it so.
Yes, it is full of heart!!
When I put the cap up against my belly, it's hard to imagine that (God willing) the wee
little girl or boy will someday grow big enough to fit it,
but that's the miracle of life, isn't it?