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There is beauty sewn into each patch of my newest memory quilt. This beauty comes from a woman’s life. Some called her mother, another wife, others shouted out for their grandmother, or sister.
To this Grandmother my most precious moments are those when my newborn grandson is in my arms. On these cold winter days, I have him snuggled close, wrapped in the handmade baby quilt that I had made many months ago.