Oh eldest daughter, you do not know how my heart sings when you ask if we can knit together. While you sit in my lap, holding the ends of the needles as each stitch is wrapped, pulled through, and slid from one end to the other, I can’t help but to thank the heavens that you have chosen to share even these few moments with me. Three nights we’ve managed to create a few rows together; you chatter on about what we’re making (will it be a scarf? or maybe a hat?) and I wonder how much time this new acitivty will hold your interest. However long or short it may be, I will treasure the time we spend, weaving together a peice of string into a memory, to hold in my heart forever.