Yesterday in the mail I got a big box of love. It was from the boy in England, for our third anniversary next Friday. Within the box was candy, a card with a wonderfully sweet note inside (I may have shed a tear), a stuffed owl, a mix CD... what more could you ask for?
How about a hug? A wooly hug.
I taught him to knit during spring break, and he sent me his first garter stitch scarf.
It's adorable, much like anyone's first garter stitch scarf. The edges are uneven, the stitches are looser at the beginning than at the end, there are odd holes... And it's made with love. And that makes it the best present I could ever imagine.