You might remember my talk of a quilt last fall. Yes, months ago, when Bea was just a tiny baby, I knew the girl needed a home-made, mama-made quilt. "No rush," I thought. She's got a crib quilt that we love. Seasons came and went. I did a bit of piecing here and there. Mostly, I pieced it together during holiday breaks when I had the mental stamina to approach the project. Otherwise, the stacks of squares, mostly remained in piles stuffed into my fabric basket. Boy, is it a great feeling to see a project to completion - or in my case - at least to the turning point. Both the top and bottom pieces of her quilt are complete. And we are both pretty happy with how they turned out. I know Bea will both love the finished product even more. Oh, how I imagine these large swaths of fabric once they are quilted into a heavy drape of warmth. I can just see her examining each piece of fabric pointing to different objects and animals and noting their cuteness.
Even though this quilt is a simple and easy one to make, I have so many hopes when I look at it. First, I hope I finish it! And if I do finish it, I hope it keeps Bea warm on many, many nights as she grows from a little girl to a young adult. I can see us snuggling at bedtime, reading stories or chapter books. I can see us talking about our days. Moments when she is unloading and confides her thoughts or worries to me. I see her leaving home - perhaps for college - taking her quilt for security and as a reminder of where she comes from. Or perhaps sharing it with her own family one day. This quilt needs to be completed. Her future already has a role for it.
