We were offering finger puppets to the parents of every toddler coming on board the flight for home. It had been much delayed, they were on Texas time, and we knew those kids were going to be tired. Their folks could use all the support they could get.
A woman holding a box full of exquisite, perfectly matched white flowers watched the family boarding just in front of her getting one and something in her smile had me offering her one, too. Her choice.
Oh cool! She quite liked the little gray cat.
She and her very new husband were coming from their own wedding and looking absolutely radiant.
We settled in our seats, Southwest flight 1489 took off, and I was alternating between book and needles; having done an awful lot of knitting that weekend, I was trying to take it easy on my hands. When the crew served apple juice I used the little cup with its ice to hold against tender muscles.
About an hour in it dawned on me: I was knitting an infinity scarf in a colorway Malabrigo had named Anniversario. A blessing of an infinity of anniversaries together to come. How had I not seen this instantly.
There were about three hours left in the flight and I had maybe a little over half a cowl at that point. I considered, a little doubtfully at first.
I could do this. If I didn’t stop at all, after having already knit for two hours in the airport, then yes, I think I could. G_d, if You want me to, I’m going to need Your help because my hands otherwise aren’t up to it.
And so the marathon began, with a prayer for the outcome to be whatever He wanted (including stopping if I needed to to protect me.) I was leaving it in His hands while trying to thank Him with mine. We had gotten to our family’s wedding after all the Friday stuff. We had shared in so much happiness. And here was a chance to bless another new marriage with a story they could tell their grandchildren someday, of love from the whole wide world on their day.
I found to my half-surprise that my wrists had stopped twinging. I did stop every now and then and stretched my fingers and wrists but then I got right back to it. I timed how long it was taking me to do a repeat and when I would need to stop in order to be able to cast off and work the ends in before we landed.
I did it. At sixteen repeats it was long enough. I was quite happy with it. I did it! I even still had time to read just a bit.
Then the trick was to find her again, and I knew if I didn’t then it would happily go to someone else. But also that I’d be a little disappointed, maybe even a lot more than a little.
Baggage claim. Maybe they’d gone straight out the door. I didn’t see them. With my face blindness I probably wouldn’t know anyway unless she smiled–facial expressions are easy for this damaged brain to do still, and also, if, hopefully if, she was still holding those flowers, that would make it easy.
Those suitcases were very slow to start coming out. It was nearly 1:30 a.m. Texas time.
Suddenly there she was again with her box of blossoms, right next to us.
I told her what I’d done. She was blown away. What it was and how to take care of it. I explained that the lace would lie flat and show off its pattern the moment she rinsed it. She would have to finish that one last step I could not do there (oh, and snip those ends, they’re already woven in.)
An infinity of anniversaries to come. To life!
The postscript is that somehow my hands are fine today. But they had earned the day’s rest and maybe tomorrow’s too (like I could stay away from my afghan project that long) to help stay sure of that.
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Congratulations to all! And that is a wonderful colorway. Welcome home!
Comment by DebbieR 04.16.24 @ 7:05 amI’m so glad you found her again! They will be telling that story forever.
Comment by ccr in MA 04.17.24 @ 9:50 amAh the power of crafts like the finger puppets as well as knitting!
A lovely and amazing story that you too can tell in future!
thanks so much for sharing it
That was truly Meant To Be and indeed a wonderful story for both her and you to tell forever. And your hands were definitely blessed to ensure it happened. Mazel tov to all!
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