My aunt and uncle, who live on my grandparents’ homestead, were never able to have children. While he was stationed at K-Bay in Hawaii, they went through several heartbreaking miscarriages. They would have been incredible parents.
He’s been like a second dad to me. He’s a gunsmith who still outworks me any day of the week. Now he’s got a full-on sawmill running in his backyard, cutting every board himself just to add on to their house.
When I went to visit today, they told me my Grandma had hand-sewn these quilts years ago, hoping for grandkids that never came… and they wanted me to have them.
Mais, I started crying right there with a huge lump in my throat. Their generosity and the trust they’re placing in me just blows me away. I don’t know how I got blessed with such a loving family.
So for America’s 250th, I picked out the little Americana ones to display proudly. 🇺🇸