This weekend I dedicated my time to finishing my nephew's quilt. I had finished quilting it early last week. I had pushed myself to finish it, the little voice in my head told me that I needed to, although I didn't know why. Then my week went crazy.
So I spent Saturday and Sunday nights putting the binding on and then stitching binding down. I found myself thinking of my sis and her grief, and found how grateful I was that I could help her in this small way.
Today I will make a label for Davids quilt and find a box to ship it to her. I know that for a long while it will be her most precious treasure, for it will always be a reminder of her gentle giant.