The Quilt

I went to my parents house today. I try and go once a week, just cause I need to visit them once in a while and it's always nice to be around people I love.

My mom handed me a quilt when I was there, and it wasn't just any normal quilt. The one she gave me is the same style of one I grew up with. I almost cried when I got it. This quilt is more to me then just something to keep warm. It's kind of a rite of passage.

The quilt it's modeled after is one that's been with my family since before I was born. It's a simple quilt, blue back and border with a bunch of squares for most of the top. It's quiet and unassuming. looks like something you might find in a store now-a-days.

The original quilt was my grandmothers. Growing up I remember it hanging on the back of the rocking chair in the living room. It was the quilt my mom brought to outdoor concerts, ball games, and picnics. It's the quilt my brothers and I would use to make out forts when we had nerf fights in the house and I'd sit on it in the summer when I read in the backyard.

My mom made this one for me, a nice medium blue for the back and light colored squares at one end flowing into darker ones at the other. Now that I have a place of my own it means a lot to me that my mom made me a quilt like hers. I'm putting it on the back of the couch in the living room of my apartment. If I ever have a family of my own, that's the quilt we'll use for concerts, ball games, fort build, picnics, and anything else we can think of.

It may not be something big, or fancy, or old.... but this quilt means the world to me. I'm going to try my hardest to make one for my daughter if I have one. She'll get it when she moves out and starts her own life. Hopefully it'll mean the same thing to her as it does to me.

This quilt means love... a warm hug from home when I need it, and knowing that someone cares.