this quilt will hold some day. A gift finished literally last minute for Momma Cass and her babies.
A similar but well-worn version of this quilt has been snuggling with my children for many Christmas seasons in the past; The Teenager still sleeping under it this year, and Lawyer Girl too when she arrived. The bells are tarnished and a couple of them no longer jingle...but yesterday as I folded and put it away for another year, I couldn't help but nestle up to it myself.
Although the batting is no longer as lofty as it once was...merry dreams of Christmas' past billowed from the patchwork creation.
Childhood dreams from The Blond one, The Brown one, The Baby Brother...and most especially from The Red One. For just a moment, angel Jocie's magical Christmas dreams were wrapped completely around me...and I felt her warmth envelope me.
Can you just imagine the visions of sugar plums my grand babies are going to have through the years?