made with love

when i was little, my grandmother made all of her granddaughters a quilt. each one of them was different. and i think most of my cousins would agree, that it's one thing we'll always have to remember her by.

for years {and years and years}, my quilt has been stored away. i've never once used it on my bed because it doesn't really fit my/our style. yesterday, we were heading out to barber motorsports park to watch alabama's first indy race. and i had one of those eureka! moments. why not take my grandmother's quilt out and actually enjoy it? i'm pretty sure she'd rather it get dirty and all worn instead of it just sitting in our attic somewhere.

and can i tell you? it was perfect. the ground was damp, yet our backends stayed dry. it was awesome, and i can't wait to get out and use it more. it'll become a great memory for cayden one day by using it this way... and you know, i'm hoping i'll be able to pass it down for someone else to love someday too.