My sweet mom made a baby quilt for each of my three children when I was pregnant with them. With my first child, she bought a coloring book and traced patterns to embroider. I loved it the first time I saw it .... loved that she made it, loved that my child would have a quilt made by their mamaw, loved it when I wrapped my son in it, loved it when he would not go to sleep without out ..... just loved it. I was not a quilter at the time but even then could see how much time and love she poured into that quilt for her first grandchild.
I look at the embroidery, all those satin stitches, the thought she put into the colors, the hand quilting .... I wish she was here so I could tell her again how much I love this. She also made a quilt for my other two children and I have them all on a quilt rack in my bedroom. The thing that really amazes me about these quilts is that she really was not a "quilter" in the sense that I consider myself (addicted, consumed, passionate about quilting). The thing she loved the most was crocheting doilies. She used the tiniest crochet hooks and fine thread to make some of the most beautiful doilies, dresser scarves, and tablecloths I have ever seen. These baby quilts hold so many memories for me and I am very thankful that she took the time to make them. To me, their worth is immeasurable.