It’s 1:30 p.m. on Christmas Eve, and I am admitting defeat. Robert’s Christmas socks will not be finished in time for him to open tomorrow morning – I’m hoping to have them done by New Year’s Eve at the latest. Chalk it up to too big feet and not enough time. But since he’s partly responsible for me not having time by surprising me with Michelle’s visit, he’s willing to wait on the socks. Especially since I’ve been having him try them on as I go – and he’s really excited about how good they feel on his feet. (Oh, no. What have I done?)
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