Yesterday we celebrated with our oldest son as he turned 21. I say our son, even though technically he's not related to me. When DH and I married 12 years ago, he brought one child with him and I brought two. The boys are just 6 weeks apart in age, though they couldn't be farther apart in personality. Anyway, I tried hard to keep myself separate from this oldest boy, who I'll designate T-Dog. After all, he had a mother, and I was just the substitute when he was with us. He was about this big when I met him. He and our other Collegeboy had some good times and, although they were never best friends, I think I can safely say that they have genuine affection for each other. They played soccer together; they played baseball, they played basketball stars. T-Dog, a former only child, enjoyed playing with his new brother and little sister, The Princess. He grew up; they all did. He was the first to actually wear an item I'd knitted. He was the tallest drum major to lea...
It's a good day when yarn comes in the mail....