I have some sessions coming up to share, but they are not quite ready to be blogged so I looked around today in my house for something to share that brings me joy. While tripping over toys and looking over the scribbled walls, my eyes desperately fixed on this sweet quilt. A token of love- an heirloom, one of the priceless pieces in our home- a quilt made by my “mamaw”. My brother and I grew up with this quilt in our home when we were kids. And now it wraps my children and brings them the same warmth and comfort that I felt so many years ago. (Wow. Was it that many years ago??) Who am I kidding? I can still lose myself in the comfort of one of our old quilts at the prime age of 27! lol
My mamaw passed away just days before Reagan was born. Reagan was her first grandchild and brought so much joy during such a sad time for our family. Some days, I miss my mamaw so much. She was a virtuous woman. The values she had and represented are hard to find in anyone these days. I can still feel her soft hands and sweet face. I vividly remember so many wonderful times with her. I often miss her at the most random times and wish she could have been here to see my kids, share in the joy of their childhood, and share her wisdom with me. When I am wrapped up in one of her quilts, I still feel her love for me and the virtue of family she esteemed.
I love the character of old quilts. They are perfect for a dreamy, outdoor session in a field!