I don't usually think of myself as being "old". I'm not, really I'm not. But there are certain things in your life that make you realize you're not getting any younger.
On the weekend we went to my sister's for a BBQ. My 9-year old nephew was very excited to lend me a book of his that he'd finished reading. My nephew and I are sharing books. I remember my wedding day when he was still in-utero -- 2 weeks from being born. And now, we're sharing books.
My first big knitting project was for my nephew. A navy blue gansey knit out of Butterfly Super 10 (which is still my favorite yarn). At the time, I didn't know you were supposed to wind up the hank, so my first ball got so rottenly tangled that I had to get more. I wasn't aware that there was such a thing a lot numbers so that odd ball I ran back and got is a different lot. If you look close enough at the sweater, you can see the difference.
That sweater has now been passed on to my boys. I'm waiting for my oldest to be able to wear it. I'm sure my nephew wore it when he was two, but my guy is not quite as big as his cousin. And the great thing is, I have 2 boys who'll get to wear it. This sweater reminds me of my old apartment, my nephew as a little boy and my early knitting projects. It also makes me think of getting on in life -- when I knit this sweater I was a newlywed, we were DINKS (dual-income, no kids) and life was good.
Now, life is better: one-income, two kids, and we're busier than we ever thought possible.
Speaking of one-income, I'm actually going back to work in 2 sleeps. I'm excited, nervous and sad. How can I leave these two guys?