I went to a bridal shower two days ago. I 've known this young lady since she was 13; now there she was, looking radiant, her cheeks about to pop from smiling. My mind took me to my own bridal shower, which was so much like this one, and I couldn't believe it's been 9 years already....
When it was time to open presents, a particular one stood out. Her mother had made this unique quilt, that came with a letter to explain the meaning behind it. Sarah started reading the letter, and I'm pretty sure everyone in the room was trying hard to hold back tears. The quilt was made from old jeans that belonged to Sarah and her fiancee. Meaning that they would both contribute to a beautiful thing. It was double stitched, meaning that they would now walk side by side. It was put together by both her mom and his mom, representing that they were both brought up by good parents who love them.
The quilt was 23 squares long, (his age), and 19 wide (her age). The backing was a beautiful soft white material, representing the pureness of the Temple they would be married in. There was also in the bag some left over yarn that was used to tie the quilt. The letter said that with time, the quilt will wear out, and will need some mending. This was a job for the two of them to do together: mend the quilt with the original beautiful white yarn.
When I came home I couldn't stop thinking about it. I guess because it's been nine years since my own shower, and I remember all the emotions that came with it. I was told then, "you'll see, when you have a child it would be the greatest thing". Having children was way in the future, but sure enough, the future came quickly and here she was, my precious little daughter. School was something that never worried because she was so young...I'll be able to enjoy her for a whole 5 years! But indeed, the time came that I sent her off to school with tears in my eyes. How does time sneak up behind us like that?
My little princess will be 8 years old in 9 days. In two weeks, she's getting baptized. The reality of this is overwhelming. She can't be growing like this! Something is wrong with the world! Please stop the madness!
As I write this I look at a picture of her in my desk. I'll never be ready to let her go... But I know the day will come, that she'll be stollen from me by a knight in shinning armour.
Her first steps, her first words, her first foods, the first time she said "I love you"... all these past things seem like they happened yesterday. Her baptism, her teenage years, college, marriage, these are things that seem so far away.... But deep inside I know it's the oppositte. It will be here before I know it.
Meanwhile I'll sing with her, I'll color, I'll listen as she speaks about her day at school, I'll kiss her goodnight in her bed when she's asleep, I'll push her on the swings and roll in the grass until we can't stand the laughter anymore.
"I'll love you forever,
I'll like for always,
As long as I'm living,
My baby you'll be."