all quilted together. fine threads by hand. stories passed from mouth to eager ears and wide eyes. tangible history to curl up with at night… scents to breathe in and feel comforted. pictures that capture more than just a space in time.
that picture of my mama was taken the day before i was born, with a little pink pig in her arms. the same little pink pig that was in the hospital room when i arrived (it’s documented in photos)… the same pink little pig that i have today- her hands still velcro together, the only thing missing is the little piglet baby she once held in her arms.
and so my mama bought my babe her very own pink pig. and you just know that i’m planning on taking a similar picture of me with her pig…
intertwining our history, keeping pieces of the story the same and altogether so different.
and then i opened this at my baby shower-
and i cried. i didn’t even look at the rest of it, didn’t pull it out and look at all the fabric. didn’t run my fingers against the threads. all i saw was ‘love, meme 2010′ and i cried…
i hope that she will be able to hold onto it forever. run her fingers over the threads, the same way i do to the quilt that was made for my mama by her grandmother. this gentle, strong love sewn through pieces of cotton. something so simple, but so profound. making a piece of history to wrap up in…
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oh wow, those pink pigs are so cute, and it is so wonderful you still have yours and now have a new tradition to pass onto your babe.
and the quilt – wow! its beautiful, and im sure it will be treasured for many years x