Tonight I finished a quilt I've been working on for the past 7 years.  It's always a bittersweet moment when such a big project is completed, and this one is more so than usual. 

I started this quilt for my friend - as a wedding present.  She was married the Saturday before the World Trade Center was blown to bits by a plane crashing into the towers.  A year later, my mother died.  A year after that, I moved to PA, and everything I owned, including the quilt that was now sewn but not quilted, was packed away.  There was no time, and no space, in my life. 

A year later, I married the man of my dreams.  And still the quilt was packed away.  I took it out once, and moved the pins around, and packed it away again.  It made me sad to look at it. 

A year later, we built a house.  I asked Bear for a craft room, and he was more than happy to oblige - and finally the quilt came out of storage. 

Tonight, I finished that quilt.  The last stitch was sewn, and the quilt was folded, and draped over the quilt stand in the hall outside our bedroom.

And I cried.