Today, I traveled to Harrisburg to visit with my oldest daughter and her family. Now, I must say that she visited me for Christmas, however with the hustle and bustle of the day, finding time with her was difficult.
A few years ago, we started a tradition that I always look forward to. On the day after Christmas, my husband and I visit with just my daughter and her family. Every day that I hear her voice is terrific, but to spend quality time is beyond precious. As we got closer to her home, the excitement started to build. Somewhat like Christmas as I waited for all of my family to arrive at my house.
Laurie never ceases to amaze me. As we walked into her kitchen, the table was laden with cookies, pumpkin roll, cheese and crackers, and everything else under the sun. But the best part was the time we spent laughing, remembering, and sharing. It indeed was exactly what I needed.
At that moment, love took on a new meaning, as I sat and looked around at the pictures hung, her two Navy son’s discussing the plans of the day, hearing the love in one girlfriend’s voice, seeing the love in one wife’s eyes, and a warm woven blanket on the back of the couch.
Cynthia’s Meaning of the Woven Blanket…
The tiny threads woven together reminded me of the connection that holds a family together. I noticed that a few of the woven threads were not perfect, just like us. The individual fringes around the edge brought to mind the different personalities that each family member has. Sometimes those personalities clash, and sometimes they mesh just like the separation of the individual threads that make up the whole blanket.
The strength each thread holds reminded me of the struggles we face and the courage to go on even when we want to give up. The warmth from the blanket resembled the acceptance of differences, willing to listen, to forgive when things go wrong, being there in time of need, laughing at silly jokes, trying new things, encourage hope, helping to pick up the pieces, trusting and giving, and above all, unconditional love.
The blanket reminded me of when I used to tuck each one of my children in bed. It is as if, my hands and heart that spread the soft material actually was my way of reaffirming my love to them each night.
On this day after Christmas, I wish you love as you pull the blanket up over your children. Or as you remember days gone by. Love is what holds a family together. It’s the hugs, kisses, loving hearts, and yes, even a blanket soft and warm.
My name is Cynthia Jean DeLuca. I am a wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother. I believe in following your dreams and never giving up! Helping others is very important to me, for when we help others, we help ourselves. It is my hope to make a difference in the lives of children and grown-ups. My hobbies are writing, quilting and painting. I am a novice at all three but, enjoy them immensely. I grew up on a farm with no indoor plumbing and no heat in our upstairs. I love life and have a very strong faith. Working on inspirational short stories for grown- ups. Love to speak on topics that touch my heart.
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