Ted.

I love my quilt. It goes everywhere with me. (The boys named it Ted for me...why?...who knows...jealous probably.) It was with me when summer ended and life was changing, it went with me to Ireland - perfect for star-gazing nights and quiet mornings by the lake. It kept me warm on the long flight home, it has been with me through sadness and joy, through thick and thin...and even though it's just some tattered scraps sewn together...I find so much comfort and safety in it's familiarity.

Tomorrow I go home. More change...here I come.


Sidenote: I haven't been able to stop listening to "Galway Girl".