I love my husband, I really do. He is something strong to lean on when I'm weak and something soft to land on when I fall. He is the other half of me. We are truly soul-mates. But.... has one major flaw. He doesn't wear sweaters. Never. And no hand knit socks for him. I did make him fingerless gloves once and he might have worn them. I never saw them on his hands. I ask him a lot, can't I knit you a sweater? Nope. A couple of weeks ago, it was so cold and we were in our vacation condo, you know, the one where we have to walk the dogs, no nice fenced in yard to let them out. And after the fourth or fifth time of putting on all the clothes we own, or so it seemed, Mr. Truck said, "I really need a hat." Did I hear that right? He needs a hat. So I made him two, in two days because it's the first knitted thing he's ever asked me for. They're not special hats, he's a plain kind of guy, but he wanted a brim to roll up and it had to be long enough to cover his ears. Just a hat. It doesn't even require a pattern or much thought. But they were made with love and a bit of excitement because it's the first time Mr. Truck ever asked me to knit something for him.
And I've actually seen him wear them.
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