
My parents will bring branches from their place (the backyard of my childhood) when they visit us this weekend. I will choose a fitting branch to hang this little quilt from.
So in my mind all these things spin - my parents and grandparents, my childhood, a root system. Grown to where I am now and then beyond that - the offshoots - the little people who will be bigger and just keep growing - on and on. There is spin and motion to all of this - day to day. Dizzy. I have the little urge to want to stop it.
Our littlest boy is 4 years old this week. Lots of growing into someone so special.


