My niece was born a year ago. Several months before she was born, I started knitting her a sweater. I like to pray when I knit gifts. I prayed for her mom, I prayed for her safe arrival. I prayed for her dad and for her siblings. I prayed for her character and her future.
The yoke of the sweater was confusing; several times I frogged it and started over. As the sweater grew, it became clear that I should have knit it on miniscule needles, because on the 7s I was using, it was not going to fit her any time soon. The pattern I was using had several omissions… like the length of the sleeves and body. It just said, “Knit until size desired achieved.” Well, without a baby on hand to measure, that was all conjecture. I pulled up my February Baby Sweater pattern to give me some idea of how to proceed.
She arrived safely. The sweater was nowhere near done. Having missed the first deadline, I put the sweater away for a while. Nine months later, I dragged it out again for some road trip knitting. I finished the knitting but forgot to bring a needle to weave in the ends.
The new deadline was her birthday. And by the skin of my teeth, I made it. Blocked, ends woven in, button on. Her little sweater went out to her birthday party and just fits. Phew!
Happy birthday, sweet girl! (Don’t think that because I finished knitting for you I am done praying for you. Not by a long shot.)