An unexpected box arrived in the mail yesterday. I told myself I should make dinner THEN open it, but my curiosity got the best of me, so I opened it. I pulled out a wrapped up something, realized it was a beautiful lap quilt, and promptly the tears started rolling.
I put the rest of the package aside and cried while making dinner. It's not the first time, and probably not the last. Sniffle, sniffle, cook cook. When dinner was under control, I grabbed up the package and quilt and retreated to my room. It really upsets Reese if I cry.
I showed Eric the package. He probably thought I was a little crazy for as much as I was crying. Let me try to explain. I love it. I'm in awe of this quilt. I feel that way about all the surprises I've ever gotten from friends or family. I get overwhelmed by the love and generosity shown by others. I think I don't deserve it, that I'm not the strong woman people think they see when they look at me and hear my story.
My dear friend also made me two wristlets with the origami turtle fabric that SHE FREAKING DESIGNED. And I got scraps. How cool is that? There are patches on the front with the colorectal blue ribbon. The back is a super soft minkey. It's something that should be displayed in some museum, along with so many other gifts I've received. But don't worry, I'll use it like crazy!
I know I haven't done a blog post for every gift I've been given. I feel bad about that because I love every thing I've ever gotten. I've saved postcards, I have several beautiful shawls. There's another turtle lap quilt, and who could forget my Kindle? There are little things, tea, a tea wallet, a wooden cross from two girls I adore. There's an eagle pin from my Grandma. Letters and cards. I've saved it all. I hope someday the kids will be able to go through my stuff and see how much love has come from this shitty situation.
I want to pay this all forward, the kindness and generosity. I hope I can.
Thank you so much, Becca and your mom. Thank you for your prayers.