I just couldn’t get it out of my head. The idea of leaving home for a while, with the promise of being home to help with the harvest. Tough, burly dad cuffs you on the shoulder. Mom, teary-eyed, hugs you close, whispers in your ear, and hands you a quilt.
Just the right size for your bed, with a heart placed right where her heart is.
You’ll see them soon, but in the meantime–you’ve got this beautiful quilt to keep you warm.