Every night, I lay Joey in his crib and lay his quilt over him. (See it here!) Normally I hardly think about it, but for some reason last night it made me a little emotional. He falls asleep every night under a quilt that I made just for him. I cut and pieced the fabrics while he was inside me and I was so big I couldn't crawl on the floor to baste it, and I made the hundreds of tiny hand stitches that hold it together while tiny newborn Joey slept on the couch next to me, or in my lap, or on Chris's chest.
He's not even all that attached to this particular quilt, he has some other blankets he prefers when it comes to dragging them around with him all day. But the one he sleeps under has my love woven into every fiber. There's something really lovely about that.