by Nathan Liukko
(Durango, CO, USA)
When I was a young boy, my mother knitted me a quilt.
She did it secretly and without my knowledge.
She worked on it for over a year. Then when my birthday came around, she had finished it in time to present it as a gift for me.
To this day, I don't have that quilt anymore. I kick myself for never taking good enough care of it or even hanging onto it.
Alas, there is nothing now that I can do about it. But I will always cherish that moment when my mother gave it to me.
I will also never forget the many warm nights that that quilt offered me. Without that quilt, the world would have been a colder, lonelier place, undoubtedly.
Maybe one day when I have kids I will force my wife to quilt them one as well, so that they may feel the same way I did. To cherish the same sort of memories that I had.
I will never forget my mother's quilt and I hope others are inspired by this story. Perhaps it will even inspire them to quilt a quilt for their own family members.
Life is a gift, but gift is a life, after all.
Now, if I could only find a picture that could do that quilt justice, since I do not currently own it anymore, I will scour the my archives of pictures in hopes of finding one of the many of that quilt.
Finally, I found the picture of the quilt that I was dreaming of and I hope the rest of you can take a peak and love it as much as I do!