Last year I was frantically knitting a baby sweater for Inspector Climate's high school friend. Remember? baby sweater.
Well, months later, I was lying on the couch, probably feeling emotionally haggard and crummy as been my go to mood this past year and Inspector Climate was talking to his best friend on the phone.
One risk of knitting something like a baby sweater for someone you don't know very well is the fact that they may not appreciate it as much as they should. People who don't knit wouldn't see the time and the pain and the suffering (some people), and people who do knit might only see the mistakes. Of which in this particular baby sweater there were many. Seriously, that pattern was hard.
Well, in this case I needn't have worried, Inspector Climate's friends were so incredibly thankful and grateful for the sweater that every time they communicate with us, they bring it up!
And on this particular day on the phone, the friend must have been telling Inspector Climate how much they loved the sweater and how thoughtful of us it was to make such a gift, etc etc.
And Inspector Climate said "She makes me look good."
I couldn't retain my sour mood after that, now could I?
The hardest things about relationships (for me) is recognising what I'm contributing besides being able to bake delicious yummies for Inspector Climate's belly. He is kind and patient, and holds me while I cry. He goes out of his way every moment to make me happy. He does the dishes every night. He cuddles me and gives me back rubs when I can't sleep. He vacuums because he knows I hate doing it.
And I contribute my mood swings?
When Inspector Climate and I first started going out he told me that he liked me because I had a cute smile. And I just couldn't possibly see how anyone could like me for my smile! I HATE MY smile. Particularly, when I became so smitten with him for HIS smile (which by the way is fantastic).