I enjoy going to my Grandmother's house and seeing the afghan I crocheted for her and my Grandfather draped over the couch. She was the one who first taught me to crochet when I was about 10 years old.
I love hearing the comments I get when my kids wear hats I have crocheted for them. Almost every time I am out someone stops me to comment on their hats. I am almost embarrassed to say that they each have a collection, lol.
As someone who has lost a child, this is the greatest compliment someone can give you. The ONLY way I was able to let my daughter go was because I knew she was surrounded by my love (I had made her entire outfit). And even if I had not made her outfit I would have wanted her wrapped in something handmade. The idea that each stitch was placed with love made my heart just a little less heavy.