As a young child growing up, one thing was always with me--my train quilt. I took it everywhere and slept with it every night. It was a special blanket made by my Mom. In fact, years later when it was taken out of the closet, the use was evident. The poor train blanket was basically a shredded mess. It definitely told a story of how many wonderful experiences we've had together. No matter how worn it is, it is a permanent memory of my childhood and a valued gift from someone I love. That tradition has been passed down to Claire. My Mom arrived earlier this week with a beautiful quilt for Claire. The hours of time and patience is evident in it's intricate design. It is made of soft pastel flannels and beautiful diamond shapes. She will love it. I know she and her quilt will have many wonderful memories together and eventually, the wear and tear will be just as evident with hers as it was with mine. Most importantly, those memories will be surrounded by the love that went into making such a beautiful blanket.
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