I know this is a crochet page, but I'm turning it into a sappy relationship blog for just a second. If you will indulge me, I have a story to tell. In the classroom, this is where the kids get to the edge of their seats...
...There was one Christmas where we struggled. I mean, the food-pantry-toy-drive struggle. I was in college and my hubby was working hard to take care of us, but with kids, sometimes there's too much month at the end of the money. Hell, THIS month has more days than dollars. Anyhow, I digress. The only thing under the tree was what we had bought for our kids. The day before Christmas, there appeared a big, full gift bag. I paid it no mind until the following morning. I assumed it was for one of the kids. But it wasn't.
Inside of the bag was 8 skeins of Red Heart Yarn and 3 hooks. I was happy and grateful. I gave him a kiss. For the rest of the day, the kids played with toys. I crocheted. ALL DAY. And the next day and for the next week.
I was grateful back then, but now I'm simply amazed at how well he knew me. Crochet calms me. It makes me happy. I needed that. I immediately made him a scarf and hat. The next day, I tried to make a pair of socks. I started crocheting again and eventually started selling my pieces after a LONG hiatus- so long that I thought about giving it up altogether.
Does crochet and marriage go together like a horse and carriage? No. If it did, my husband and I would be worry-free. But BEING MINDFUL does. And I think this is my favorite gift memory.