Several weeks ago my husband came into the yarn store with me and bought some Viking of Norway yarn. With his own money. Can we just stop and savor that for a moment ?
He told me he wanted half-finger gloves. I can do that (I used this pattern). I knit the whole first glove in one day (it was my day off), and the second glove only took me 2 more days to make. I call that a fast project.
He calls them hobo gloves, but I keep reminding him that most hobos don’t wear handknits.
I guess he’s a Viking Hobo now.
Today is my husband’s birthday. He is turning 30.
He was 27 when I met him. We started dating and quickly fell in like and then in love. His first birthday after we met I made him the most awful cake – I didn’t know it wouldn’t turn out, and I wasn’t much of a cook. But he smiled and we ate cake.
A year later I made him a beautiful cake: Chocolate cake with milk chocolate frosting. I was so proud of that cake even though the kitchen was trashed. It took us a week to finish it.
This year is his first birthday after we were married. He told me not to make a cake – we don’t need the sugar. Instead we are going out for dinner with friends.
Cakes aren’t important. What is important, though, is the love they represent. And I love my husband dearly.
Happy birthday, husband.