The YEG Quilter
It's a quilty kind of life!
It's March, life Marches on.... We blink, and time passes. I have a fond memory of my beloved Opa, telling me that he blinked and he was 80. He was an amazing man. He loved my Oma with a fierceness that I will never forget. He was born in the early 1900's, so the courtship rituals were very strict back then. If you were interested in a young lady you began by visiting her on a Saturday. Once that interest became serious, you also visited her on Wednesdays. He laughingly told me he started out with Wednesdays. That is my legacy of love in my family. My father also loved my mother that way, and my husband loves me that way too. My Opa lived to see my firstborn. It was a moment I am so thankful to have in my memory bank. Treasure your moments, for we blink, and time passes.