Stitches of life

My boyfriend, Sam, and I went over to his brother's apartment tonight to help he and his family pack up the ginormous truck for the big move to Washington in the morning. While the muscle men were workin' away on the heavy items, Sam's mom decided to show me a picture that she cross-stitched for her first grandchild, born in 2008.

As I look at the picture I examine each stitch she lovingly made. Each one is not significant by itself, but when put together make a beautiful image. This is somewhat like life in a way:each event in our life, significant or not, shapes you as a whole.

When we're born we start out as a stitch, insignificant, but a start to a project-in-the-making. As time flies, our experiences add stitches to our lives shaping us as wholes. We learn from bad experiences...good ones too...and through that grow as individuals. If life throws a curveball, its up to you to roll with the punches.

We eventually figure out that we are affecting others' lives just as they are affecting ours. Your mom, dad, children, grandchildren, siblings, coworkers, friends and more are lives that we touch. Its overwhelming to think we can have an impact in somebody's life by just being in it.

When our time here on earth is up, our learning is complete. Our picture of life is finally finished. At that time the people who surround you will sit back and admire the stitches that made up your life...and the ones you added to theirs'.