I was just in Branson, CO for a week at my house– my Mom’s house. It’s hard for me to say my house. It will always be her house.
I had balmy 70 degree weather then I had snow when I woke up yesterday morning.
Yesterday morning as I lay in bed looking at the colorful quilts stacked on my bed to keep me warm, I wondered to myself–how many people have slept under a quilt?
The beautiful mixture of color, the love that my Mom, my grandmothers and great grandmothers put into every stitch–warmed my heart. I felt a deep link with my ancestors who pricked a finger, spent many hours bent over their work and I was teary eyed!
What a joy to have a heritage as rich as mine!