Joy (one)

Way back before the beginning of time when I was eighteen years old I decided to make a baby quilt.  I was renting a room from a couple who had a small child.  Caroline, the wife, had a quilting frame and she suggested that I use it to make this quilt.  It was the only thing I've made that was totally hand-quilted.  Soon I was married and had a child of my own...Joe. 

A couple of months ago I was rummaging through a box and found that quilt.  Yessiree, it looks like it was made in the 70's.  Groovy!

It survived my three children, but the binding had been mostly ripped off in the process.  I decided to restore it and went in search of matching fabric for the binding.  Surprisingly, I found it.  I cut new binding and sewed it on by hand while Noel and I were flying back to Maine to see our newest grandson, Finn.

Now my first-born son has a first-born son and the quilt was handed down to him.  Perhaps it will survive even another generation.  Perhaps not.

All I know is that giving it to Finn brought me great joy.

I wonder...what brings you joy?