Is there anything that says "You are loved" as much as a homemade quilt? One of the first things people notice when they enter our house is the huge multicolored quilt that hangs on our dining room wall. It was a wedding present from a friend with whom we hadn't kept in close touch, and when I opened the box, I could not believe what was inside. To me, it is positively one of the most beautiful things we own.
Homemade quilts abound around our house, and each one mean something special. A t-shirt quilt made by my mom graces the twin bed in Elijah's room, my high school years condensed and made snuggly. Elijah has been the recipient of not one, not two, but three quilts in his young life. The Baby Snoopy quilt reminds me of his early days, when the only way to get him to sleep for more than an hour at a time was to roll him tightly like a burrito. The yellow quilt that matches his curtains recalls the anticipation that came with putting his nursery together before his arrival. His newest quilt, transportation themed, reflects some of his "big boy"interests, and makes an excellent road/train track/restaurant table cloth.
Of course, Princess Isabel now has quilts of her own. While I might opt for purple or green or blue for her daily outfits, I love having her pink quilts around to remind me of the joy of girlhood. I am not yet a quilter myself, but with all the joy that quilts have brought to our home, I may just have to give quilting a try.