...forty three thousand, six hundred and eighty stitches that is.
There were moments of doubt whilst knitting this baby blanket that it would actually be finished in time. The never ending Summer heat and being laid up on the couch kept things moving along rather slowly (do you know how hard it is to knit lying down?) There was a big sigh of relief when it finally came off the needles, like it was one more step to being ready for the arrival of this babe.
And while row after row of this blanket was taking shape I had the very best of knitting company with her own needles and knitting project on the go beside me. It was that Mama sort of excitement seeing her little project taking shape, and the pride on her face when it was cast off.
As each day passes I remind myself that this, this time that has been been for the past seven and a half years of just her and I, no other siblings to fill my attention, is one day closer to changing. She has been struggling with this change for the past few weeks, needing more snuggles, more time talking in bed each night, more tears wiped, questions answered, stories read and games played, like this morning when she was the Mum and I had to play the big sister. I feel incredibly lucky and grateful to be sharing my everyday with this quiet, funny, sensitive, full of sunshine girl and a little sad at the prospect of it all changing. It doesn't take away from the excitement of what is to come but it is going to take some getting used to for both of us. I am reminded that these days together are precious... to drink them in slowly.
xoC
