The Family Orbit

Devan and Dhilan meet the family

Heading home for Christmas is an annual ritual for many of us, but one that throws into sharp relief the shortcomings of the family imperfect. (Ok, so who can't identify with the imperfections of family? We'll discuss that another time.) 

This year's visit back to spend time with Mum and Dad involved the usual predictable grumble and groan, but we had more reason than usual to enjoy doing the Christmas rounds: my brother has just become a father to twin boys to the delight of everyone. We met them for the first time at Christmas.

At times, it's seemed as though I've been on a one-woman mission to knit, knit, knit in time for the happy arrival, but the excitement of the event has overtaken us all. Meeting up with my sister-in-law's sisters and brother a few days before the big day, we were all bubbling over with anticipation. Had they been habitual drinkers and superstitions not been so prevalent, I'd have proposed a toast there and then that the very next time we met, there'd be two more of us joining our families together.

When we met, on Boxing Day, it was the happiest of occasions. The little boys were two weeks old and doing well and presents for Christmas, births and birthdays were being opened and other family rituals were being observed. It turned out I wasn't the only knitter, at all. My mum has been making cardigans for when Devan and Dhilan are a few months old (and big enough for them) while the mother of proud Uncle Himi's girlfriend has made two beautiful cream jackets.

All, in time, will become pretty little heirlooms - for now, it's just wonderful to enjoy the safe arrival of two beautiful little boys and watch them grown into - and out of - many more cute little knits along the way.