A couple of weeks ago Lupine and Sage were playing "guess what I made you for your birthday".
At one point Sage said, "I wonder if Mama's going to give me my quilt for my birthday. Nah, she'll never finish that!"
Oh. Really.
Game. On.
I couldn't resist the challenge.
Because yes, I had been working on this quilt in earnest for several weeks in hopes of giving it to Sage for his birthday. But, also yes, I was about to give it up until winter.
Because it turns out a quilt is quite the project. Especially for someone with my gift for starting. (Versus finishing.) And while I started it almost a year ago, it has spent most of those months sleeping peacefully under my cutting table.
So my resolve was concrete.
I was finishing the dang quilt.
And I did!
(But just barely.) I sewed on the binding at the cabin, tucked into a bunk with a headlamp the night before his birthday.
As for Sage, well, he couldn't be happier.
Because somehow a quilt is love incarnate. It represents time and energy and warmth and love.
You know, mama stuff.
And there are a few really special blocks in this quilt. (His favorites, and also mine.) The green and brown and black patterned pieces on the quilt are from his baby sling.
And him loving those blocks best warms my heart.
Because he and I shared the space inside that sling for years. And now that love that wrapped us up then can continue to wrap him up - quite literally - in this new and cozy form.
Happy birthday, Sage. I'm humbled, honored, and blessed to be your mama. May this quilt wrap you in mama love for many, many years to come.