I made my daughter a quilt. I've never quilted before, so I don't quite know what I'm doing. It shows.
It is not the most beautiful quilt ever made.
It is full of imperfection upon imperfection, mistake after mistake.
There are a lot of screwups.
But she doesn't seem to care. I hope she'll be so forgiving with all the imperfections, mistakes and screwups I make when it comes to the bigger things, too. I've never parented before, so I don't quite know what I'm doing. Sometimes it shows. So, dear daughter, please accept this token of my love. My imperfect, mistaken at times, screwed up love. Make it keep you warm.