Back when Pal and I were newly married, and trying to recover from the loss of our first baby, there was someone there that got me through many a dark moment.
Someone whose face could always make me smile.
Someone whose very existence helped me remember – in the most bittersweet way – what we had lost. But also remind me of what I had to look forward to.
He helped me fuse together just a few pieces of my broken heart. He helped me through every day. Visits with him were the highlights – the things to look forward to.
I fell in love with him.
Head over heels, fall to the floor, swoon to the moon in love.
The kind of love an aunty feels for her nephew.
Her newborn, pseudo-nephew – her best friend’s second child.
Two days after Christmas he turned 5. Yesterday he started school.
And I cannot comprehend how that little babe – that little man I used to bathe and dress and snuggle, the boy that spent so much time with me, laying on my swollen, full of Rory, pregnant belly – has grown up so much and so quickly.
He used to have these pajamas – green with a dog dressed as a pirate on the front. He called it “pie dawg.” He loved those things and would yell out “Pie Dawg!” whenever he was wearing them. Loudly. So everyone knew he and Pie Dog were together again.
And when it came to finding something to make him for his birthday, and to commemorate his first year of school, I was consumed with visions of pirates. It took me until halfway through making the blanket before I connected my need for pirates for Mooch with Mooch’s love of Pie Dog.
This blanket and pirate were over a month late getting to Mooch. It didn’t make me feel any better that I knew he was on the verge of starting an all-out brawl every time the postie came and one of his siblings (or his poor mother) tried to get the mail.
I had decided to make a second, much simpler granny square blanket to sew onto the back – there were so many loose ends and scraggly bits because of all the applique! But instead, I traded my crochet services to my mother-in-law, in return for her sewing skills – and she sewed a lovely green flannel on the back and saved me about a million hours of crochet, joining, weaving in and stitching on.
Mooch rang me when his package finally arrived – and I couldn’t tell if I couldn’t hear him well because of a bad phone connection, or his excitement.
And that moment, when you know you’ve made someone’s day – that makes all the hours worth it. So, so worth it.
Happy belated birthday (and first day of school), Mooch. I am so incredibly blessed to have you in my life.
We all are.
**Pirate Crochet Granny Squares pattern from Repeat Crafter Me**