This past Sunday, we took the opportunity to
have Matt bless Libby at Church. Every other time we have blessed one of our children, my father has been present. Unfortunately, he was unable to be there this time, but that's okay. We had our Ward Family present and Matt was surrounded by a good group of his friends. I think it was the first time I realized that we aren't a "Young Family" anymore. We have arrived. We are middle aged. Ick.
But this post wasn't supposed to be about that.
A billion years ago (or 8) when we blessed Abbie, my mother made her a very beautiful dress. Anna also wore that dress when she was blessed. But it's been six years since Anna was born and my style has changed drastically. And my mother's skills have improved dramatically. So, when we found out we were having another girl, my mother offered to make a new blessing dress. I emphatically accepted.
Last week, this dress arrived.
Smocking! What seems like hundreds of French Knots.
Pintucking! Bullion Roses. All lovingly Hand Embroidered by my mother... who has terrible arthritis.
This is the hem. Inlaid lace, more hand embroidery, more rows of pintucks. This dress is insane.
And I love it. And I love her. Thank you, Mom.
(Better pictures of Libby IN the dress, still to come.)
