Last winter Little Warrior begged me to make him some mittens. I was in the middle of several knitting projects, and just couldn't start another one. But we discussed the design and the colors, and when there was a sale, I bought the yarn. In early spring I started them, but the craziness of spring on a farm took over and my knitting was set aside for the season.
I took up the mittens again recently, and have been knitting in stolen moments. I finally finished them today. Because Little Warrior's primary love language is gifts (that boy would wrap up and give away the shirt on his back), I wrapped them and put them at his place before breakfast.
He was baffled by a gift at his seat, and asked "Is it my birthday?" The finished mittens were met with a squeal of delight, and he put them right on. He wore them off and on throughout the day, even though it is still getting to the mid-80's here in Texas. He won't get nearly as much wear out of mittens as he would if he lived in a place that actually has seasons, but there will be a few months when he will be able to put them to real use.
Most of all, his cuddly warm hands tell him Mama loves him. :-)