When I was pregnant with Trent my Grandmother knitted me two sweaters, one for a baby boy, and one for a baby girl. When we told her it was going to be a boy she told me to keep both sweaters "you'll have a girl" she said, "maybe not this one, but you will have a girl". This sweater hung in the closet for years, six years to be exact, and yesterday I put it on our little girl for the first time. It brought tears to my eyes seeing her in it. My grandmother passed away years ago, but the moment brought back many sweet things I remember of her. Seeing my beautiful baby girl in her very special sweater was a moment I will not soon forget.
