Labor of Love

An impromptu game of quilt wrestling just exploded in my living room. As my playful husband chased the peanut around the coffee table with my fresh-out-of-the-dryer quilt and wrapped her up for some tickle tackling, it occurred to me that this is why I take the time to quilt. Seeing my tiny girl all wrapped up from head to toe in a blankie that I labored over with her face all lit up with delight was enough to make my heart swell. These blankets are going to be the background of her childhood and will still be with us when she's grown far too big for me to even imagine right now. I can't wait for the arm chair games to come.