A Mother's Memories

I wouldn't have thought that my friend Beth was the sentimental type, so when she approached me and told me that she had saved each little outfit that she had brought her boys home from the hospital in and their first blankets and several other things including the nightgown and robe she wore to the hospital and wanted me to make them into a blanket, I was surprised.

But of course I told her yes.

I'm pleased with how it turned out and I know she is too.

You can't really see it in this picture, but I had the machine quilter add her boys names and birth dates on the big yellow square near the bottom left hand corner.

When I asked her what she wanted on the label she said she wanted it to say something about where the pieces came from, but she didn't know how to say it so I wrote a little poem.

As parents watch their little boys grow,
delighting in laughter that flows,
and antics that follow a twinkling eye,
that speaks of mischief and sometimes strife,
this quilt is meant to remind them of each little lad,
just brought home and snuggled warm
under softest cotton blankets.
Of chubby cheeks, and dimpled hands
and ten tiny toes that wiggled and squirmed in outfits worn,
keeping them warm on that cold winters morn.
-Sydney Larson

I'm linking up today with Amy for her semi-annual Bloggers Quilt Festival, hope you enjoy the show.

Oh, and one more thing, I posted about my friend Krista and the quilt I made for her during last years festival, her cancer has returned (metastatic Stage 4) so please would you say a prayer for her and her family.  She is on her last chemo treatment and will start taking Herceptin indefinately.  I hope her quilt is a reminder that she beat this thing once and she can do it again.

Cheers.

A Mother's Day Text

Rather than going home after church on Sunday my boys took me out to lunch for Mother's Day to their favorite restaurant so while they played I texted my sister to let her know where we had gone.  I'm considerate like that.

Well . . . sometimes I am.

:

Me:  We're at McDonald's getting a headache.

Her:  I didn't know they sold headaches at McDonald's.

Me:  They don't.  They're the free prize that comes with each happy meal for the moms.

Her:  Aren't you the lucky one!

Me:  And you're the jealous one!

Her:  Yes, jealously sitting here enjoying the quiet reading my book.

:

I hope you all had a wonderful day regardless of your circumstances, enjoying, remembering and celebrating.

Engaged

My biggest problem with blogging to remember is remembering to blog.  So if my stated position for blogging is remembering I'm not doing such a good job.

Anyhoo . . .

HT has often told me and/or asked me if he and I could get married when he grows up and I have sadly had to tell him no, because I'm already married to his papa, so he has settled for the next best thing, his Aunt Susan.

That is until the other day when I picked him up from pre-school, he came bounding out of the class room very excited.

"Mom, Mom, guess what!?"

"What?"

"My girlfriend and I have decided."

"Your girlfriend?  Who's your girlfriend?  Averi?"

"No, its . . . (Pause with me a moment, while he runs back into the classroom to check.) . . its Abby."


"Oh, and what have you all decided."

"Mom, my girlfriend and I have decided that when we grow up we're going to get married!"

"Hmm, I thought you were going to marry Aunt Susan.  Won't she be disappointed?"

"Well, I guess that would be okay."


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I didn't ask him if he meant it would be okay to marry Aunt Susan or if it would be okay that she would be disappointed.  I'm pretty sure though that she will understand.