unconventional

My spunky, mostly sweet Grandmother passed away on October 24th. One of the many things I loved about G’ma was her amazing handmade quilts. She easily made hundreds of them, each & every single stitch done by her hand.

I realized the other day that since she passed away, Keenan has slept with or on one of her quilts every single night. Complete serendipity! It made me so happy to realize!

A few years ago, my mom talked me into taking a beginners quilting class with her. It was during the worst period of waiting in my life (adoption!) and I needed a distraction. I was never really interested in quilting because I didn’t think I could ever begin to make one. And while I certainly appreciated the artistry, I would have never known how truly talented quilters are.

I can’t begin to describe all I learned in that class. (I really loved it and I can’t wait for a time in my life when I’m able to pick it up again.) I think, though, that my favorite discovery was how talented Grandmother was. I marvel at the patience, vision, knowledge, creativity she had. Because she spent so much time with each quilt, I can’t help but feel her love with me when I wrap up in one.

And it’s beautiful to me that her great-grandson can be wrapped up in that love while he sleeps.