You know how when you’re going to meet someone that someone you love loves, you hope you’ll instantly love them too and that they’ll do the same for you? And then–you do?

And then you just fervently hope?

I told my kids earlier this year, She’s the happiest I’ve ever seen her. He’s clearly good for her and good to her and she for him.

On a side note, he also happened to love the hat I introduced myself to him with a little while back. For all the hundreds of hats I’ve knit, I’ve never made any other quite like that one, just different enough with its gansey motif in a dark denim shade.

He was wearing it when they showed up today and told us their happy news together.

Her mother would have been so thrilled for them both.

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2000. The fierceness all over again of missing her as I typed this took me by surprise. But we could be there, and they let us be, and that was high honor indeed.