As time goes on though, we often find them taking up residency on the top shelves of our linen closets or shoved in a box hiding out in our storage sheds, the latter of which is where I recently (re)discovered my first baby quilt. Well, the pieces of it at least.
Let’s go back a few months…
Racing across town, I slid into the booth with him and, as we typically do, we launched into comfortable conversation. Being early November at the time, we talked about the weather, the recent birthday he celebrated, and where we planned to spend the holidays that year. We spoke of my kids and their school and my husband and how his job was going.
It was not until our walk out into the parking lot that he stopped and said, “Oh I have something for you.”
Over a decade ago, I dug it out of the flower garden from the front yard of our small rental home in Georgia. It is my Ebenezer Stone and its origins are what make it worth keeping.