I’m crafty. I love to make things. I love to cross-stitch. I have a cross-stitch that I actually started when I was 15 years old and wanted to make it for my mom. It’s called Through a Mother’s Eyes. It’s of a bride in her wedding dress with her mom standing behind her. There’s a mirror in front of them and the reflection of the bride is of a little girl. I never finished it and once a year pick it back up to work on it. My mom has always been waiting for me to finish it, but I never do. She doesn’t know this yet, but something inside of me says it’s not for her. Something inside of me is saying that the reason why I started this cross-stitch is so that I can work on it for 20+ years and have it perfect and be able to give it to my daughter on her wedding day. But, like I said, my mom does not know that’s how I feel yet.

I’m going to try something new. My grandmother makes amazing quilts. I love them. She’s going to teach me how to make quilts. I’ve never sewed before, so this is all going to be new and fun!! I think I’m going to pick one afternoon a week where after I pick up Jayden I will go up to my grandma’s house and learn.

Once I learn how to make these quilts I think I want to make some cross-stitches and put them into a quilt…how special would that be?