I know I promised something stitchy next time I posted, but I really want to share something else first. I have mentioned before that we have a tall houseguest staying with us. He (Gregg) is my husband's cousin's son, and the first thing everyone notices about him is his, um, size.
Last night Dave and I got to watch him play basketball , and it was really fun; the first time either of us had ever watched a basketball game of any kind, let alone a professional one. Gregg was a bit bummed out at the end of the game - his team lost - but he is such a sweetheart he let me pose with him, and he put on a big grin as I told him to please stand tall in order to better illustrate our height difference.
I've gotten to know him a bit over the last few weeks while he's been here, and he's no longer just Dave's tall cousin. He's now Dave's really nice, sweet, funny, gentle, kind cousin, who is, incidentally, quite tall. I'll try not to hold it against him that I suddenly look shorter and wider than usual....