Back when Mateo was 9 months old, my mom gave him a hat that she had knitted some time before.
It was henceforth officially called the "grandma hat" and it accompanied him everywhere he went.
We never really gave it a second thought when the following seasons it still fit just fine
and still kept him warm through all his adventures
and breaks from adventures.
Now that he's three plus, I had to stop and wonder for a moment about this amazing hat that simply always seems to fit just right.
Like grandma's love it only seems to get bigger and more comfy with time.
Grandmas have a very special kind of magic.
Thank you grandma and long live the grandma hat!