If you've read my other blog, you know that Jeff painted our table as a Mother's Day present for me. It was a lot of work and took him the last two Saturdays to do it. I am so thankful for his sacrifice for me so I could have another area of my home beautified. It's gifts like these that I truly treasure...something that somebody has put time and effort into. Everyday when I look at the table, I will think of him and all of the hard work he put into it. Just like when I look at my hutch, I think of my Grandma and of all the time Jeff and I spent working on refinishing it. I like things that mean something. That's why I've tried to fill my hutch with items that are special to me.
It's also why I like to give gifts that mean something. My poor mother must be so sick of me making her things, and this Mother's Day was no exception. After seeing the chair we refinished for our computer desk, she asked me to make her one. Well, here it is, and I have to say that my awesome, awesome husband did most of the work on this one. He tore the chair completely apart, reenforced all the joints, made some new brace pieces for the bottom, and then painted it. I was going to paint it, and went outside to find him doing it after he'd put the final coat on my dining room chairs. Over achiever.
I can hardly wait for my mom to come in a week and a half to pick it up. She is such an amazing person and I feel so blessed to call her my mom. She is one of the most selfless people I know and is always looking for ways to help me and others around her. I'll often call her and she'll be on her way home from helping a friend or dropping a gift off for someone. I hope to one day be more like that.
I know this post is getting long, but I have to tell you a few stories about my Mom. When I was about 14, there was a family in our ward that had a baby girl. The family wasn't well to do and lived in a pretty shabby house. My Mom was asked to take dinner over to them and she also decided to take them a present. (If you haven't figured it out yet, my Mom is a gift giver). I went with her to deliver the meal and was shocked that in addition to some clothing and receiving blankets, she gave them a beautiful handmade quilt (one that she had paid someone else to quilt so I know she had a lot of money invested into it). I remember thinking two things as we drove away from that house, 1) My mom was a very generous person and I one day wanted to be like that. 2) I don't think I would have given such an expensive gift to someone I hardly knew and I needed to work on being selfless. It is an important lesson that she taught me by her wonderful example.
About 3-4 weeks ago the foot pedal to my sewing machine went missing. I'm pretty sure Porter ran off with it and I have literally searched my house from top to bottom for it. I finally came to the conclusion that he must have thrown it in the garbage (I'm always catching him tossing random things in there) and I didn't notice and it was taken out. I was telling my mom all about it and how I've been frustrated because I have a lot of sewing projects I've needed to get done. That day she went to Idaho Falls and found me a used foot pedal that matched the one I'd lost. In a few short days it showed up in my mailbox and I can't tell you how much it meant to me. That's just how my Mom is. Awesome.
1 comment:
I love how your table turned out, it makes the rest of the room feel very light and airy. That's super sweet of your mom and the pedal. :)
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