Today

Our day started like any other...  but on  the way down to breakfast, my daughter slipped and hit her head. Hard. She was not being careless, nor going too fast. It just happened. In one second our day shifted. That's sometimes how it goes. 

After ice packs, arnica, and a loving lap had done their trick... a request came in. "Can I learn how to knit today?" Now this wasn't the first time my girl had asked, but I stopped knitting around the time I started blogging, and haven't felt very confident in my rusty abilities. When my teary eyed daughter asked today, I got out the soft pink yarn she had been coveting. I didn't even bother with the good beginning needles. I tried what I had in my basket... a circular 6 and we just went for it. I figured she'd hold the needles with me and we'd make her a garter stitch scarf together. I underestimated the deftness of those little 5 year old fingers. After several rows, she GOT IT! In order to have her feel some speedier gratification, I cast on (with bigger needles) for a teeny tiny scarf for her bunny (who had hit her head, too). We sat side by side knitting our pink scarves, and I smiled at the strange twist our day had taken.

Hours later, when her head began to ache everywhere, her doctor sent us fleeing to the emergency room.  I grabbed my keys... and gathered that pink yarn up, too. When my husband arrived at the hospital, he found us all quiet and relaxed. My son had a book and we had our pink scarves. Thankfully, our girl is just fine.

I doubt we'll ever forget the day she learned to knit...