It brings back memories of dragging it along on car trips, portable snuggling and it always gracing my bed. The flannel back was so soft and the light green color meant that when I was under it and light shone through I could see the colors of my quilt.
The bunny scenes are familiar friends and the carrot got traced more times than I can count.
I loved to take my special quilt to show and tell and brag that my daddy made it for me. To me it let people know that creating special gifts out of love is not limited to mommies, anyone can do it.
That was a gift my parents made sure to give me. They taught me that if I want to, I can. It might take work to get there, but if there's a will, there's a way.
I remember sitting on our family's navy blue and white polka dot couch a number of times for patching sessions where mom used leftover scraps of fabric to patch my special quilt.
That suspicious looking ink stain was from one of many reading/writing adventures.
This quilt was made for me with my fathers love. I loved that quilt to shreds, literally, and it will live strong in my memory!
Happy Fathers Day Dad!
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