For the most part, I live my life in gratitude. Grateful for where I am. And grateful for where I've come from. Even though I feel like I have come from questionable circumstances and I have lived many "wtf" moments. I am indeed grateful to be here and now.
But there are rare occasions I wish I could go back in time.
And most of them would transport me back into the presence of my Mama.
While she was here with us I had no idea I had so many questions.
Why? Why? Why?
Why did you choose my Dad?
Why were you so honouring?
Why were you so willing?
Why were you so humble?
My Mama's talents were so beyond. Seriously. When she set her mind to something, she became the best.
One of the last things my Mama set her mind to was quilting.
And she excelled.
Ok, maybe she obsessed.
And while I, and the rest of my siblings, were in awe and reaped the benefits of her talents, so far none has picked up her passion.
Enter today.
My nine-year-old granddaughter, Beatrice Jean (yup, named for Grandma Jean) presented this quilt to her six-year-old sister Daphne. She had been working hard with her Gramma Maureen all summer to put this quilt together.
She is nine!
This Granny is so impressed and in awe.
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| She is NINE years old!! |
Mama! Could I go back in time I would introduce you to my Bea. My Beatrice Jean. While it breaks my heart you never knew her, I also know that where you are, you know.
She carries your name. She carries your talent. She carries your character: Humble. Quiet. Caring. Determined. Excelling.
