Our whole family has hand knit Christmas socks (please drool Christie & paleoHeather). My sock was knit by my Great-Grandmother, Grandma Butch, just in time for my first Christmas. It matches my mother's and my brother and Dad have ones in slightly different patterns. Jake's sock was knit by a family friend who taught with Dinny before Jake was born. Jake likes to tease me because I take it to be a sign that we were meant to be together because we both had handknit socks (in his family, he has the only one). Of all the signs we were meant to be together (like rock geeks taking all their geology classes together), I actually place more weight on the hand knit Christmas sock sign. We travel with our socks in our carry on luggage at Christmas because I can't bare the thought of Christmas morning without them. Jake is petrified we will lose them if we check them, and I'll never recover. So we shove them into ziplock bags and tuck them into the bottom of our backpacks. I've never had a Christmas morning without my sock. It is always a special connection to my great grandmother.
When Elena was born (and when Michele joined the Kraal Clan), our dear family friend, Louise Parks, knit a sock for Elena. It's the same pattern as my Dad's sock (and Steve Parks - see it's meant to be!). Elena's sock is HUGE. She likes to brag about it. We are so grateful that Louise took the time to knit Egan his sock just in time for his first Christmas. Green with reindeer, it will be a family treasure for years to come. I cried when I opened the package and saw how beautiful it is.
Elena shows off her sock (please note and then comment on HOW BIG IT IS.)
Egan's tucked into his and ready for Christmas morning.
2 comments:
Envy duly noted. Maybe another sign of meant-to-be-togetherness is that you both call them socks instead of stockings? Or is that a coast issue? Elena, your HUGE SOCK is so WONDERFULLY BIG!
Ditto! Elena's "sock" is fantastical in its grandiose scale!!
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