Wrapped in love
12 February 13
Last week we collected a parcel of love. The girls opened a box with two large blankets within it, each one made of hand-stitched squares sent by crafters who live all around the world.
Abby Hogarth, who coordinated the blankets’ creation, also kindly provided a legend for each piece, so I can examine each square and know whose artwork it is. This is a beautiful gift that touches me on a deep level, for I have seen the names on those pieces of paper of people who I did not hear from in the months following Elijah’s death, and so I did not know that they cared about us.
Truly, there is something special about a gift that comes from a friend who is physically absent. For when I reach for that chapstick, when I use those chopsticks, when I wrap myself in the blanket made by friends who have shared my tears, I am connected to that person and the love they have invested in our relationship — evident in a physical token now within my grasp.
I am again overwhelmed by the love that is shown to me, woven thoughtfully into each hand-made square. Thank you so much to those who stitched together their love and time — I feel the remnant of your touch each night, and it comforts me, reminding me that I am not alone. We share the same divine love, and it sustains us all.