I’ve written about my husband Terry many times – his unfailing support of me and my quilting, his walk to raise money for wounded vets, and now his support for U.S. Marine unjustly imprisoned in Iran. But today I would like to share with you a side of Terry that drives me a bit nuts. 🙂 He has such faith in my abilities that he often springs challenges on me that I would never consider, with deadlines that are beyond daunting.
Last Wednesday, after an evening spent with the Marine Corps League, he returned home to ask me if I remembered promising to do a quilted recreation the Marine Corps Museum in Quantico, VA. I did have a vague memory, something about it being for a fundraiser. “That’s it” he replies, “Um, … can you do it by Saturday morning?” I have to give him credit for the pause. This was an insane request and he knew it.
The Marine Corps Museum is a wonderful building and a great museum. The shape alone is inspiring – it mimics that famous photo taken of the Marines raising the flag on Iwo Jima. The history of the Corps is unfurled beautifully within its walls. We’ve been there a few times, most notably last July when it was the final destination for Terry’s 90 mile hike through Virginia. From a quilter’s point of view, however, it is a difficult piece in which to show depth. The museum itself is grey on grey, with some cement coloring thrown in. And those sloping windows create their own nightmare. How could I possibly do this the justice it deserved, and in two days no less?!
I told Terry I would be unavailable to do anything else – no cooking, cleaning, or hauling the kids around. He stifled the “What else is new?” that sprang to his lips and let me go to work. It took all of those two days, and left me zonked out on the couch on Saturday (at which time Terry took the opportunity to take this lovely picture of me), but here is the final result.
Terry told me my piece raised over $300 for the Marine Corps League – so it was well worth all the work and sleepless nights. Thank you to my husband, who with blind faith challenges my abilities (and sometimes my patience) and pushes me to push myself harder than I ever would. I love you, babe. 🙂