Back in the olden days, when I was a much younger woman (yes, when dinosaurs roamed the earth), I had a Grandma Ruth who made slippers for everyone for Christmas each year. Lots and lots of the softest, warmest handknit slippers. I got so used to having those slippers, and sadly, used to take them for granted. It's what Grandma Ruth did. Such a labor of love, making all those slippers every year. I miss Grandma Ruth, her passing left a big hole. What I didn't expect was how much I miss those toasty slippers.
Well, a couple days ago I received a gift in the mail. It was a gift given out of thoughtfulness and kindness, wanting nothing in return. Some lovely hand knit house slippers in the prettiest pink. I opened the package and slipped them on...and tears sprang to my eyes. They fit perfectly. Just like Grandma used to make. Thank you Twyla, your kindness warms my heart and my tootsies!