THE MOST IMPORTANT PRESENT YOU CAN EVER GIVE TO ANOTHER - AND TO YOURSELF- IS THE GIFT OF LOVE.
Sandra Pawula
Sandra Pawula
Well, can you guess what is pictured.? I'll tell you in a minute.
I admire people who make things. Several weeks ago my dear daughter, Jenna, slaved over a fantastic "weighted" blanket for Alec. A weighted blanket is kinda complex. First off, she had to make it quite large because our little boy isn't so little anymore - he's about six feet tall! Anyhoo, it's a quilt, that has special pellets sewed into each square so the total weight is evenly distributed throughout the whole thing. (Jenna ended up using around twenty pounds of pellets). People who have autism seem to be comforted with something heavy on them. When Alec was younger, we used to roll him up in a blanket or quilt and compress his body with ours. He also liked and still does, having his head squeezed. So Jenna's huge project was definitely a gift of love to her kiddo.
When I was in church yesterday, I was so happy to see Kay and Richard Sherman and Kay's mom, Virginia (friends who had lived near me for years until they moved to "warmer" pastures). They were here visiting from Arkansas and I got to talk to them after services. We chatted mostly about what was going on in my life. It was later in the day that I learned that they were in Iowa because Richard's mother had passed away! (My deepest sympathies to the family).
Well, as church ended our Virginia stood up and made an announcement. She had been busy crocheting her wonderful dishcloths. That is what is pictured above. If you have never used one of these, you are missing out. That sweet lady had made a big box full of them and had brought them to share with all of her old friends, since she knew we all loved them and used them. She invited everyone to pick one out as they left. As you see, I picked red. (it must run in the family - Dad always loved red, especially vehicles that he drove, and of course, Alec, who has worn red T-shirts every day for the last eight or nine years).
Wait . . . let me correct myself. What is pictured above is not just a handmade dishcloth . . . it's a special slice of love that was given from the heart of one very special lady. Thanks again, Virginia.
GOD BLESS YOU ALL
I admire people who make things. Several weeks ago my dear daughter, Jenna, slaved over a fantastic "weighted" blanket for Alec. A weighted blanket is kinda complex. First off, she had to make it quite large because our little boy isn't so little anymore - he's about six feet tall! Anyhoo, it's a quilt, that has special pellets sewed into each square so the total weight is evenly distributed throughout the whole thing. (Jenna ended up using around twenty pounds of pellets). People who have autism seem to be comforted with something heavy on them. When Alec was younger, we used to roll him up in a blanket or quilt and compress his body with ours. He also liked and still does, having his head squeezed. So Jenna's huge project was definitely a gift of love to her kiddo.
When I was in church yesterday, I was so happy to see Kay and Richard Sherman and Kay's mom, Virginia (friends who had lived near me for years until they moved to "warmer" pastures). They were here visiting from Arkansas and I got to talk to them after services. We chatted mostly about what was going on in my life. It was later in the day that I learned that they were in Iowa because Richard's mother had passed away! (My deepest sympathies to the family).
Well, as church ended our Virginia stood up and made an announcement. She had been busy crocheting her wonderful dishcloths. That is what is pictured above. If you have never used one of these, you are missing out. That sweet lady had made a big box full of them and had brought them to share with all of her old friends, since she knew we all loved them and used them. She invited everyone to pick one out as they left. As you see, I picked red. (it must run in the family - Dad always loved red, especially vehicles that he drove, and of course, Alec, who has worn red T-shirts every day for the last eight or nine years).
Wait . . . let me correct myself. What is pictured above is not just a handmade dishcloth . . . it's a special slice of love that was given from the heart of one very special lady. Thanks again, Virginia.
GOD BLESS YOU ALL
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