G is For

I wasn't sure what to do for G. Last night Hubby googled words that start with G to try and find me some inspiration but I just wasn't feeling it. I was exhausted this morning after very little sleep last night, thanks to Emerson kicking me non-stop and then not being able to get comfortable with this growing baby belly. An early wake up and doctors appointment this morning - everything is going well with bubs, and me so far so good - left me feeling exhausted by the time I got home and I ended up spending the next 5 hours in bed, contemplating waiting until night fall and taking some star trail photos, making G for Galaxy. But in the back of my mind I kept thinking about yesterdays photos and the gifts we have been given for Emerson. Especially the blanket and little chicken toy knitted by my grandmother, my mother's mother. A surprise phone call from my grandfather this afternoon solidified the idea for me, that G is for Gifts. But then with everything I had to do this evening, which was all put back by my very long afternoon nap, I was afraid I wouldn't have time to take a photo and make a post.

Turns out I'm keeping myself awake more than I should be. All of the gifts we have received for Emerson have been special, but this crochet blanket and little stuffed chicken are special to a whole new level.

My mothers parents have been ill for some time, its been many years that we've all been thankful for the time we have had to spend with them because so many times we were told it was time to say goodbye. But they've always fought through it, and bounced back. For the previous year my grandmother has been knitting and crocheting blankets and toys for their local hospital kids and maternity ward. At the beginning of the year she started crocheting her last blanket, with the knowledge that her hands weren't working as well as they used to, and her head not able to remember the stitches and place like it should, she told herself that she'd get one more complete before the time had come. After starting it she found out I was pregnant with another great-grandchild for her, and this very special, last blanket, became mine, to give to Emerson.

I received it in the post last week, with the gorgeous little chicken. I wish so much that my grandmother could make some more. The chicken is gorgeous and such little toys would be great for photography props when I am ready to set up my business again. But at the same time, I am overwhelmed to have such precious gifts to give to my son and tell him about his great-grandparents one day. I hope very much I will be able to take a photo of him wrapped up in the blanket with the little chickie toy in his arm, to show to my grandmother so she can see how beautiful he will look with them. But she's not doing so well, and my grandfather, he's not doing well at all. I pray that they will get to see that photo I take, but either way, these gifts will be treasured forever.