The Tall Guy turns a whopping 27 today. He seems to think this is "Old", but as I was reminding him this morning, I'll always be two years older then him. Good thing I was blessed with this baby face!
I suppose I should knit him a new pair of socks, or start thinking about a sweater (don't worry, I said think, not knit. I won't start knitting until after August).
The thing is, now that he knows what he likes, what yarn he likes and knows what I can do, he wants "thin" socks OR even better, the sweater he wants? Well, the boy likes cables. Lots of them. He wants a traditional, scratchy wool, Aran sweater. Sigh. One day. He'll get one and hopefully it will be before our 10th Anniversary. In the meantime, Happy Birthday hon!