My Mom was an amazing women and talented to boot. She whipped out the most amazing blessing dresses for each of the granddaughters born in my family.
A few months after her passing the realization hit that there are only two dresses left and I have two brothers who have yet to have girls, seems only fair they should get dresses right?
I decided that I would just be ok with the fact that Dylan could be blessed in the same dress as Bergs and so on down our little family line...
Until one day I found a half finished dressed, I teared up at the thought that I could finish something beautiful that my mom had started (it was usually the other way around). And so the nesting began.
I crocheted for hours at a time and days before Dylan was due turned into weeks after she was here!
I cried trying to teach myself the pattern and spent a great deal of my time in this labor of love, but as of last Friday, the dress was done. I cried as I tied the finishing ribbons on the dress, for when I started it I didn't think I could finish it, I thought the dress would defeat me.
Isn't she sweet?? Her dad blessed her that she will have a 'zest' for life, I'm pretty sure she's got that nailed at 3 months! ha ha
I spent a greater part of the last year feeling defeated by life. But this year will be different, I am enjoying Motherhood to its finest and pursuing many creative endeavors
[[ which I hope to share soon! ]]
I'm back and I'm happy, what more could you want??
