quietlifequilts

We can't hurry friendships. We can't force healing. We can't chase every beautiful thing we'd like to hold onto.

Dear Friend, Have you ever noticed how the most ordinary moments can awaken the sweetest memories? A few weeks ago, my daughter shared several plant clippings with me. I placed them in simple glass jars along the windowsill of my sewing room, where they catch the morning light. Now, almost every day when I walk into the studio, I find myself stopping to check on them. I peer through the glass, looking for the tiniest hint of a new root. And every time, I think of my momma. Momma has always...

Home wasn't waiting for every cabinet to be organized or every room to be finished Home had already found me... Even before the last box was ever unpacked.