And you, my dear reader? I wrote this book for you. I wasn’t able to take your measurements or ask, “Would you prefer red or blue?” But I worked each stitch with a mental picture of you. I carried you with me, and you were fine company. You laughed at the funny parts, shook your head when I strayed. I used my favorite yarn and took care to darn in the ends so they wouldn’t come loose on you. But I have a confession: All the while, I lived with the quiet, underlying fear that you might not actually show up, that this sweater would remain empty.
I’m so glad you did. I hope you like it.