In the end, our grandchildren learned more than how to knit a simple stitch; they learned about respect, love, and the beauty of a handmade gift.
My wife’s spirits lifted, seeing her efforts finally appreciated.
I learned just how strong her influence was on knitting our family closer. As we finished our meal, the grandkids had one last thing to add, “We promise to cherish our handmade gifts forever.
” A vow that warmed my wife’s heart more than any sweater ever could!
Before leaving, I told them:“I have one last surprise for you all! ” I dashed to the car and came back with many large plastic bags.
“Open them,” I instructed our grandkids.
They all beamed with joy as they found all the sweaters that Jenny had gifted them.
They were like changed people as they changed out of their bad attempts at knitting and into the perfect creations my wife had made them. “Thanks, grandma and grandpa!
” they shouted as they embraced us in a loving hug before our departure. In the following story, the person who needed to learn a valuable lesson was one woman’s husband.
He’d gotten into the bad habit of buying things, big and small, without her consent, until she put her foot down.
