Friends, it’s been a long week, and I am really tired.
How about a picture of Zoe today?
My favorite thing about this photo–besides Zoe herself, of course–is that Zoe is wrapped up in the quilt my mother bought when she was pregnant with me.
I searched my mind for specific warm and fuzzy memories of this quilt (Pro Tip: See what I did there?), but it turns out the quilt is just always there in the background: on my parents’ bed, on my bed, on the guest bed, on blanket forts and indoor picnics and sick beds on the couch.
I love this quilt, and in its worn and gentle way it loves me, too.
What inanimate objects are speaking to you today?