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There was a beautiful very young couple sitting on the edge of the lake in Centennial laughing and enjoying each other and the day on this beautiful quilt. He was fair with hair like silk. She was dark with hair like wool. Both equally precious to God and to me.

When I asked about the quilt, I was met with effervescent smiles and learned that the quilt was given to the guy by his grandmother. It looked old but appeared to have a new back on it held in place by yarn ties about 3 inches apart. They made me smile – the couple, their quilt and how much they were enjoying being together. I especially liked that they were reclining on a family treasure that looked so worn and delicate yet strong enough to support them. The small details and stitches carefully, loving presided over by a matriarch has been reinforced in later years to ensure that they legacy lasted for just such a moment as I was graced to see.

My camera phone failed before I could get a picture of the back of the quilt and I thanked them for taking the time to talk to me. I was going to race to the car to get camera to see if I could get another picture of the quilt, and, hopefully, of them. But, as I turned to see where they were, they had rolled the quilt up, put it in a backback and was walking away clinging to each other.

I suppose this is how legacies should be handed down – given to the young, reinforced when time wears them down, spread out to provide a foundation where love can blossom and then packed up and carried to the next place when one can pause and be renewed.

Posted on: April 17th, 2010 in: Nashville, storytelling