Will they keep it on the couch to curl up with while they watch TV?
Will they use it to casually throw over their favorite chair as a decorative touch?
Is it something they’ll keep on their bed and fall asleep with night after night?
Wherever they’ll use it and however they’ll use it, I try to plan for that. And then I begin it. I count my starting chain over and over and check and double-check that I’m following the pattern correctly. And once I’ve started it, I work on it hour after hour, night after night. If you’ve ever made an afghan you know it takes time to finish. And all the while, all those hours I spend working on it, I’m thinking about the person I’m making it for. I think about them and about all the things that make them dear to me. I remember the special times we’ve shared together and make plans for the memories I still want to make with them. Then I triple check my pattern to make sure I’m getting this afghan just perfect for them. My mind wanders again and I start to imagine them actually using this blanket, and I wonder if they’ll sense how much I care as they look over all these stitches? I trust that they will and it makes me happy to know that, through this act of crocheting, I’m able to show someone how much they mean to me.