He was welcomed by his 4 yr old brother Blake and his dad Todd as well as momma. My son’s family arrived from San Diego – we all shared Thanksgiving. The young cousins seemed to enjoy each other immensely. I had SUCH a great time with my children, their spouses, my grandchildren, friends that whole week we were ALL together. And a brief trip to see extended family in Idaho was cut short by the baby’s arrival back in Oregon. – a short but sweet visit with some of my family of origin.
My husband and I arrived in Oregon just hours after Logan’s birth. Logan is a handsome little fellow with lots of black hair like his mom had as an infant.
I gave Blake the Dino quilt I had made for him.top picture above
Logan got his zoo animal crib quilt.
Blake immediately clutched the dino quilt to his chest and roared like T-Rex. It was a very satisfying response for me as a quilter and a grandmother!
It brings up something I often find myself reflecting on: when you make something, it is part of you and yet to give it away causes it to feel more expansive. Like your heart is enlarged -in a good way – by giving/selling/donating this object you spent many hours creating. And knowing that someone will really enjoy the warmth and pattern of your creation.
There are some quilts I want to keep in my home. I do not want to “let it go” to someone else. And that is ok, I enjoy those in a different way. But other quilts I make become larger in life by the fact that the quilt goes on to a new home. It is a cool paradox/outcome. – letting something go expands the heart of the maker. There is the early stage: the challenge of designing and creating a quilt , usually this includes for me a stage, however short, of frustration that something is not turning out as I had hoped . It often needs to be redesigned. Another stage entails completing all parts and then deciding it is “good enough”, the stage of letting the product go on to have a life of its own.
These thoughts have been gathered over the past 2 months. Logan is 2 mo old, with a 4 yr old brother, BLake. My San Diego grancdhilren are having birthdays: my granddaughterEmma is now 10 years old! Her brother Andrew will be 7 in a few weeks. What a blessing these young ones are in my life! I am very fortunate.
Just a word about the Nov Presidential election in the US. We elected to vote while we were there but will vote online next time. Need to get that all set up. As someone who lives overseas, a US citizen still has a right and responsibility to vote. It is a privilege to do so.
It is an ongoing adjustment to visit the US and then return to lovely Cuenca where my husband Lenny and I now make my own home, away from family. As I have said elsewhere, my heart is divided in loyalty – my life in Cuenca, EC is calm, interesting, affordable and simply a big adventure nearly every day. My life when I visit the US is made up of visits with friends and family, old haunts, the beauty of Portland, OR and surrounding areas, and many, many tearful goodbyes.
My heart resides in two places, expanded in love and adventure yet always longing for more time with those I love.
It took a bit of time for these thoughts to gel into cohesion enough to post this blog. Thanks for reading. Have a fantastic day, wherever you are.