I love my mother, but I live very far away from her. Sometimes it’s hard to show her how much I love her because I can’t spend time with her in person. So I knit for her. This Mother’s Day I am sending her some hand-knit washcloths. They aren’t spectacularly beautiful. They aren’t made of silk, and they didn’t take 2 months of my life to make. But I know she will enjoy them and use them, and isn’t that kind of the point of knitting?
I love you, Mom.
Dramatic Lyric 