I still have the afghan my grandmother made me for my first “big girl” bed. Babci is long gone, but this comforting relic remains and is still put to good use. Over the winter I tucked it in tight around my feverish husband–a man she never knew, but I’m pretty sure she would have loved. And the other day I caught the elderly lab we recently rescued snoozing on it in the dappled sun. The muted yellows and pinks have likely faded over the years, but the meaning of the gift has only magnified with time. If she only knew how this labor of love she gave to the three year old me continues to take care of my grown up family.