Afghans are a labor of love

In 2009, my son Jeffrey asked if I would knit him an afghan.  After I gave him the afghan, he sent me a beautiful note.

Last summer after purchasing a summer home, he asked if I would knit another afghan for cool summer evenings.  I am not a person who can say no to either my children or grandchildren. When the afghan was finished, I sent him a note.

I framed both notes and gave the framed notes and afghan to Jeff when I spent a weekend with him on the Cape this winter.

In honor of Mother’s Day, I now share both our notes.

The Afghan: June 15, 2009

I never knew the big deal about an afghan until it got chilly and it felt like my mom was keeping me warm and holding me close.

I never knew the big deal about an afghan until I was upset and felt every thread against my body that mom touched, I felt comforted.

I knew the big deal seeing it on my couch, walking in and seeing mom every time.

So there is nothing like laying in an afghan that you know that mom touched every inch of thread that made it – with love.

So it is timeless and you can be held by mom till the day you die.

I love you

Jeff

RESPONSE: November 9, 2016

I always knew how good it feels to wrap my child in an afghan and hold him close and keep him warm.

I always knew that holding my child in an afghan and feeling every inch of his body inside and out comforted not only him but also me.

I always knew when seeing it on his couch, how much I loved this child.

There is nothing like imagining my child covered in this afghan being touched by yarn that my fingers have touched keeping him safe and warm.

So it is timeless and in a sense you can be held by me long after I am gone.

I love you more

Mom