But there are some things money just can’t buy, and those are the things to be cherished.
My grandmother loved to quilt. In fact, other than playing bingo, there wasn’t anything she loved to do more than quilt. Before her death in 2000, she hand-made quilts for everyone in our family: her two sons, my dad and my uncle, and all of her grandchildren.
She made mine back in the days when my favorite colors were mint green and pink. Nowadays I don’t own a single mint green or pink thing, except for the beautiful heirloom that graces my home office from a quilt hanger on the wall.
It hangs in a place where I can look at it every day while I’m working. It always brings a smile to my face.
I’m not materialistic, and there are not many things I’d run back into a burning house to save. But that quilt?
Irreplaceable. Invaluable. Cherished.
Is there something you consider a truly cherished possession? I’d love to hear about it.