Last year a wonderful friend and I made matching Sour Patch tops of our daughters. Despite the miles, we managed to get them wearing them together when I visited Columbia. And even though it had been a year since we had seen each other, things just clicked back. It was a wonderful week, and this top has always reminded me of those happy times, as well as my friends in Tallahassee.
This year, I was very sad to find that the dress only just barely fit as a shirt due to unexpectedly large growth spurts over the winter. I continued to pull it out of the dresser because she loved the colors, and I loved everything it represented, even as it got shorter and shorter. Then as a complete surprise, this showed up in the mail!
My truly amazing friend sent me yarn to make the next size up! And a bag of big sour patch kids because we were knitting a bigger sour patch for our kids. It could not come at a better time, or have made me feel anymore loved
I cast on immediately, and finally finished just last week. She loves it, and I have a whole new year to dwell on the happiness friendship brings. For it is with friends, even long distance friends that we see the measure of ourselves, or at least I do. I tend to struggle with self worth, but I see deep friendships crossing years and a thousand miles, and I know that I am doing something right.
I have yet to get a non blurry picture of her wearing it, but I’m ok with that. She spends her days twirling, running, moving, and living.