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.
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.