I can't say that I prayed for you with every stitch.
Sometimes as I knitted, I was listening to you expound on a book you were reading or on a creature you recently learned about.
Sometimes I was watching a basketball game with your brother.
There were times when I just needed to decompress and knit mindlessly.
But much of the time, I was praying as I knitted for you, dear Daughter.
Here is what I was claiming for you.
That every time you cloaked yourself in the silky softness of this sweater, you would feel wrapped in luxurious love.
As surely as that name is inscribed on the palms of His hands, He will never abandon you.
You are indeed His favorite.
Lest those attributes weigh too heavily upon your ten-year-old heart, you should know that lavender is the girlish version of the stately purple.
I asked that you would have the freedom to be a child. That the femininity and fun of lavender would be evident in your laughter and thoughtfulness, your innocence and playfulness, your ponderings and piercing questions.
May you grow in grace and serenity--secure and confident and capable.
And if you don't, it's ok.