My 80-year-old mom had major surgery this week. On my way to visit her in recovery, I spotted this heart sitting all alone. I have seen the quilted hearts before but never thought they were meant for me. But in the fog of stress and hope, this heart told me to pick it up. As I visited with mom, I would occasionally reach into my pocket and be grounded by this quilted heart. Thank you. I am inspired to use some of my scrap fabric to spread the love.
