I remember my dad's 32nd birthday...at least I am pretty sure I do.
My mom and I had baked my dad a cherry pie. I sat down to eat my piece and lost two teeth. I was six, almost seven.
I wonder if my kids will remember my 32nd birthday.
Last night, I was showered with gifts by my sweet children and husband. Grace had made me a book. She had colored and drawn and sticker-ed. Her daddy helped her by writing the words. She was so proud.
But there was one more gift, in a blue gift bag, "hidden" at her desk...
Just before it was time for her to nap today, she was sitting on the floor next to me as I feverishly worked on an over due project. She asked me how to spell love, then asked for an eraser and then how to spell love one more time.
Yes and it goes with this she said as she handed over the mysterious blue bag.
Do we need to wait for Daddy, I asked.
I was told it no, that it was a special mommy - daughter gift!
She had asked my mom to make me a quilt for my. Thought I knew that was not what was in the bag, I did know it was something special. And it sure was...
A yellow pillow with Grace and her brother's hand prints stitched all over it!
I don't think she could have been more proud had she made it her self.
I love my baby girl and I love my mom and husband for helping foster her creativity and the value of something handmade for someone special.
Handmade with love...is what I am made of.
