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I have repeatedly found myself not sharing here or on social media because I worry that my photos aren’t magazine quality. So many beautiful moments I’ve missed documenting because of my own insecurity. How silly. No, these aren’t perfectly staged photos with a detailed tutorial, but I just really don’t care and my great grandma wouldn’t either. They are meaningful, so I’m gonna share anyway.
When I was a girl, we lived with my Great Grandma Anderson. We helped take care of her that last little bit of her life. I was only a tiny kid but to this day I vividly remember. She just had this way about her that made me feel loved.
Madeline was something special. And she’s been my person ever since.
After she passed, I’m pretty sure she took up the all-consuming job of watching over me. Poor dear. I’ve felt her near over and over again throughout the years. I’m so grateful because oh man, I needed her.
Grandma made this quilt for my parents’ wedding, 40 years ago. My dad loved it to rags… He misses his grandma as much as I do. So for Father’s Day, I stole the quilt and remade it. It took me hours and hours of work, a little blood, and quite a few tears. I’ll never be known for my quilting skills, that’s for sure!
There isn’t a straight stitch in the whole dang thing.
But isn’t that the story of life?
Pieced together one crooked stitch at a time. Unpicking, reworking, messing up, learning, patching holes, building on what came before.
Working alongside great-grandma these last few weeks has been an experience I’ll never forget.
As my hands laid where her’s once did, I felt her love for me as strong as I did as a 4-year-old girl. Great Grandma’s old quilt is far from perfect, but it’s perfect for Dad and that’s good enough for me.
She left me better than she found me, then and now. That is her legacy. That is the kind of woman I want to be.