A Keeper

Sometimes Valentine's Day comes in all fast and crazy; a dozen roses, chocolates, and sappy cards. Other times it's all but forgotten; a shuffle of the feet in apology and a bent up card some time around midnight. But once in awhile, something comes in like a spring breeze in a snow storm, something wonderful finds its way to your day. My sweetie made me a yarn box and every inch was thought out with me in mind.  He recalled every odd comment I made about knitting and yarn and the multitude of ways fiber can be kept.  All I can say is, I'm one lucky gal and he's a keeper. (-Glenda)