Lots to note this morning, from a new baby to a new quilt, lol! How about the quilt first, then grandmotherly holiday musings from a most blessed heart.
This quilt is for a young woman who is like another daughter to me; who knew I’d end up with so many kids, ha ha! I machine sewed this blanket on an early Christmas present, hee hee, which I’ll expound upon in the coming year once I truly have a feel for it. Suffice to say it’s a wonder of a gift as well as perfect for a project that needed to come together quickly, and I’ll be giving it to that lovely lady sometime today.
It’s backed with a large piece I bought last year, as well as holiday fabrics I’ve had on hand; that’s another entry for future days, in that I’m pondering quite a resolution when it comes to purchasing fabric. Again, I’ll get to that later.
I bound it in some Kona cotton, the exact names of which are long gone from my brain. This past month has whizzed by, and I’m so grateful to have managed to complete this present. With leftover squares, I sneaked in some Christmas placemats and coasters for my hubby and I to use, and I wonder if when I bring them out next year will I be reminded of how extraordinary was this month, waiting on Miss Em’s arrival. This December has felt like something out a dream at times, what with balmy temps for much of it, and the incredible longing for a precious newcomer to join our family. In a way this quilt is part of that process, binding another within our clan, in which there is always room for more.
Now, let me just wax lyrically for a bit about Miss Em, Little Miss, and my time spent with them yesterday; my eldest wanted to do her holiday baking, and I was happy to offer assistance, which mostly meant running errands with Little Miss in the morning, then cuddling my newest granddaughter for much of the rest of the day. She’s rather fantastic, if I do say so myself, and hardly fusses. As my daughter and son-in-law began the baking process, I sat in the nearby dining room, admiring and giving tremendous thanks for their great joy, a healthy and snoozing baby, as well as a sleeping toddler who seems to have aged significantly in the past week. Little Miss’ vocabulary has exploded, or is it merely in contrasting a tiny infant with a two and a half year old?
Regardless, many changes, all of them awesome, have provided me much food for thought, and as it’s nearly Christmas, the meanings are even sweeter, also quite profound. Holiday tunes wafted from a chocolate-scented kitchen as well-loved treats were again recreated, newer recipes emerging too. I reveled in being part of a new generation’s memories, even if right now those recollections are mostly mine. Yet my eldest and her hubby own these thoughts too, and Little Miss and Miss Em will possess them vicariously through photos and our recounting this particular Christmas when a baby joined our family.
I mentioned to both my daughter and husband how a newborn does seem to alter Christmas a little, bringing home the event which sparks this celebration. While newborns require lots of snuggles, those of us older need to give those cuddles not merely for an infant, but to share the purpose of Christ’s arrival; wrapping our arms around all we encounter, offering the physical manifestation of God’s love. As babies grow, the embraces take different forms, as Little Miss helped with holiday baking. While she constantly said ‘Me do it’, she was happy to allow some assistance, needing to be a part of her parents’ festive routine. Some cookies were partaken of last night, but the bulk will be gifted to friends and neighbors, and I look forward to tales of Little Miss handing over goodie plates, wondering if she’ll mention her efforts.
Christmas traditions vary widely, and soon enough celebrating Miss Em’s birthday will become part of our family’s staple. I hope that over the years I am cognizant of some scrap from yesterday, but more I want to recall the immense joy of being near my beloveds at a most memorable time of year, which can be as simple as permitting the greatest love into our hearts, soft and vulnerable, and so needy. God emerged into our world as a most helpless creature, aching for our assistance. We love him in words of praise and prayers of thankfulness, but more in how we reach out to our brothers and sisters. Sometimes it’s beyond easy, like snuggling a granddaughter. Other times it’s in forgiving great wrongs, which might seem impossible. Yet a baby was born to die to erase the sins of all the world; how massive was that cost to the heart of our Father in heaven?
Amid the glow of a new baby is the realization of weightier considerations, stitched together by steadfast cords of unfathomable love. Quilts and cookie plates are ways in which to show affection, cuddles are good too. But best of all is allowing healing love into our hearts, followed by boundless mercy and infinite compassion. These are the gifts our Saviour brings to us this Advent season, culminated in perfect peace on Christmas Day. Our family might know some fussing, but ultimately Miss Em’s brief outbursts are merely to remind that she needs care, as do we all. We are here to care and love one another; may your Christmas be full of joy, calm, and copious moments of TLC.