I love to quilt, it relaxes me and gives me a feeling of accomplishment. I really couldn’t imagine anything more satisfying. I couldn’t, until I looked at my brother as he snuggled up with a quilt that his 11 & 15 year old daughters made him for Christmas.
The girls were talking about what they wanted to do for his gift, I asked them if they would like me to teach them how to make a quilt and they jumped at the opportunity. 8 hours later they had worked at completing a lovely rag quilt for their Daddy.
It was pretty humorous as they would bring it in to his room, as he snuck an afternoon nap, to measure its length on him. They completed it in October and kept it a secret until Christmas when he unwrapped it.
They watched him, eyes glued to him as he took it out and saw what they had created just for him. His lip quivered, a tear in his eye, a smile that spread from one ear to the other on each
of the girls faces. They had delivered the perfect gift. A gift of the heart that will be treasured for a life time. And this is why I quilt, I will never forget that moment, and neither will my brother.