The boy has come and gone. We parted, somewhat tearfully, at the airport yesterday evening. He is now back in the UK and I have returned to my dorm in Columbus. Life goes back to normal.
Mostly normal, anyway. The boy is now asking for knitting help from his mum and myself. I still can hardly believe it, but he's got himself the beginnings of a garter stitch scarf.
More below the cut.
He wants to finish it by our anniversary at the end of April, and give it to me. What a present.
We made a trip to Michaels one of the first days he got here, and he picked out some Paton's Classic Merino in a variegated blue and brown color (called 'Retro'). I handed him a spare pair of US 8 needles and proceeded to teach as best I could. It's really hard to teach something that's more or less as natural as breathing, all muscle memory at this point, but I did my best. It's surreal...
He shaved, and he's knitting. I must be dreaming.