THE EARLY YEARS
In elementary school, as I completed homework in the living room, my mother cut blocks on the kitchen table night after night. I spent hours in quilt shops following my mom up and down the aisles lined with bolts of fabric - yes, I was that boy that held his arm out, ran down the rows and touched each bolt. Quilt shop owners "loved" me.
Each milestone or accomplishment in my life - my high school and college graduations, my Eagle Scout ceremony, my wedding day, the birth of my daughter - was celebrated with a special quilt from my mother, grandmother, and their friends.
It was how my mom communicates her pride, keeps alive an important tradition, and spreads joy and comfort throughout our family. Her mother had done the same a generation before her, and now my daughter is experiencing the same embrace and warmth of handmade quilts.