
the gift
When I was in North Carolina, Jeff’s mom surprised me with a gift. We were sitting on the sofa one afternoon, chatting, and she leaned forward to get out of her chair. “Come with me. I have a gift for you. It’s a thank you for helping Jeff finish his Masters degree.” I followed her into her bedroom and she pulled an antique blue & white coverlet off of a quilt rack. She folded it over carefully and handed it to me. “I’ve always loved this and I know you’ll love it, too. It has your name all over it.” In fact, I had always admired that very coverlet and it was such a lovely, thoughtful gift. Maybe the best gift she could’ve given me. I realized later that Jeff’s mom giving me an antique textile when Jeff graduates has become a bit of a tradition! She gave me an









