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Going Home

Yesterday after less than 48 hours in the hospital M took her parents home with her. She lives in cold country so it was necessary for her to bundle up for the ride.
Luckily this sleepy little one didn't actually drive home
Admittedly I am bias, but isn't she about as adorable as she can be? The hand knit sweater, of course, immediately (ok second or third glance) got my attention. It was not one I had made, but then I recognized the little hood with the pom pom on top. It certainly looks like one my Mother makes. This sweater was first written about in this blog here. Last night during a Facetime discussion I could verify that indeed this was a sweater made by the great grandmother, someone I call Mom.  Here's a photo so you can more completely see how it looks. M's is in pink rather than this cream colour, however.
Mom's hooded sweater
This pattern is a favorite of my Mom's; many of her great-grandchildren have received one and now so has M.  Mom has shared the pattern with me, copied out of some book or magazine by someone else years ago, but I avoid using it because it is Mom's specialty.

So the very thoughtful parents brought new baby home in a sweater her great-grandmother made for her. How sweet is that. The new mom even did a shout out to great grandma on Facebook. (BTW--I got to see that little black sweatshirt she has on under the sweater. It says right across the front~~You make me HAPPY~~. I think that works for both M describing her parents and vice versa.)

And finally, just because I can, here's another cute, happy Dad moment. Again taken by the very talented Grandpa Schaffer.

A dear father-daughter moment

Doesn't that look on M's face say it all? And it is something like, "Oh, please get that scruffy brush away from my face!" Plus, the tenderness in that kiss from Dad says, "I love you so very, very much." Clearly all of us are very fortunate to be able to enjoy these touching photos.
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