Seven +1
Being such a conscientious mom, I totally neglected to take a picture of Eldest with his cake.
I think I may blame it on the hoopla surrounding the fact that I only had 6 candles (that arranged themselves nicely into the number 7) and that I was tired after all that cleaning and PT. Either way, I didn't take a pic. But here he is. Clearly worn after a day of celebration.
Inspired by Rani, I wound up some of the fingering weight superwash wool that I dyed with Laurie (this is the one that I was hoping would stay sparkley) and I am going to swatch some lace with it.
Inspired by Rani, I wound up some of the fingering weight superwash wool that I dyed with Laurie (this is the one that I was hoping would stay sparkley) and I am going to swatch some lace with it.Why?
'Cuz.
I need to.
This is what is stealing my time, though.
I thought it appropriate that the heart appeared when I jammed the stitches down.
Because this is my declaration of love.
And oh, how exciting love is. I just hope I can maintain the enthusiasm and do the hard work that real love is.
His birthday gets closer every day.
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Ah yes, we veterans know that real love is cleaning the toilet. Every day. Forever. One of the best insights I've ever seen into real love was a line from the Maroon 5 song "She Will Be Loved" -- "It's not rainbows and butterflies, but compromise that moves us along." (And I'm as surprised as anyone at the source.)
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