When I was 5, my parents moved us to a small town, thinking that it was a good place to raise their ever growing brood.
I soon met another little girl, at Sunday School. She informed me that she was 6, and I was awed by her obvious maturity. Due to the arbitrary rules of the school board, we went to Grade 1 together (and because it was a small town, all the other grades, until Grade 12). We went to summer camp together, and we lockered together in High School. I was a bridesmaid at her wedding.
Although we now leave 7 hours apart, but we are still good friends. Anyone meeting the pair of us would wonder how we ever became friends, since we seem to have little in common. She neither knits, nor sews, and she can't even fathom the quilting. Her mother did all those things, and I think it was a small act of rebellion, that she never learned.
She became a Grandma for the very first time, in January. Since I knit a sweater, some years ago, for my friend's baby, I wanted to knit a sweater for her grandbaby. Grandma picked the yarn, and the pattern, and I provided the skill.
The pattern says that it is size 6 - 9 months, but I think it will fit Baby next spring, unless she is much bigger than her mommy was.
There is a shower for the new baby next weekend. The sweater is heading out tomorrow, to add to the pile of gifts, since I can't be there.