Filed under: March 2012
March 15, 2012
As each one of our children marry, my wife makes them a quilt for their bed. We call them wedding quilts. Our youngest son married last fall. In the days that followed, my wife’s father passed away. The wedding quilt was put on hold, while she helped wrap up her parent’s affairs.
Just a few days ago, my wife completed this beautiful quilt. It is just strips of cloth and thread to some people, but I can see the love that encompasses the whole thing. I know the kids will appreciate this wonderful gift.
Sleeping under a quilt is a great place to slumber. I am thankful that we have them. I even have one my great grandma made me. It is an old patchwork one made from old clothes. It kept me warm on many nights. I know it was the love that held me each night like a hug…. long after my great grandma had passed from this life.
As the saying goes, it is not the gift, it is the thought behind it. I know my grandma, my mother and now my wife, made and gave things away. What they gave was a small piece of themselves…these gifts are treasure for sure.
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