I just went by the post office in my town of Mountain Home, Arkansas. As I was walking in I noticed something in the in the shrubs. I grabbed it to throw away thinking it was trash. Much to my surprise I pulled out this little quilted heart. My grandma made me a quilt when I was born, and another when I graduated. She made me one more while I was deployed to Iraq. I still have all three plus a couple dozen others that I’ve collected at yard sales and auctions. Probably not often you hear of a 40 year old man who collects quilts, but here I am. What a nice surprise to find this little gem!!
