Paul wore his work shirts till they were thin and worn. There was one thing that was mandatory and that was pockets. I found comfort in being surrounded by his Sunday Suits and those old work shirts. I told my children that I was going to make quilts with the fabric from the shirts. I started cutting out 10" squares and stacking them for a future project. Nicole came into the room as I was tossing the remnants. She was very anxious about the pieces I was going to get rid of. Nicole shared her precious memories of all the things Daddy put in his pockets. At the tender age of 10, she too wanted to hold onto anything that reminded her of her Dad. She asked that we keep the pockets. Well three years have passed and it was just too painful and time consuming to sit and assemble that quilt. On Kim and my wedding day, Nicole received this beautiful quilt, assembled by her sister Tami. Tami has 5 children and her husband is a high councilman. Their life is incredibly busy but she took time to make sure Nicole had her "comfort blanket". Nicole still sleeps with her baby blanket "the airplane blanket" (mint green with airplanes on it). I want Tami to know how touched I was to see that quilt. It holds precious memories in all the pockets. How fitting to put hearts in them. It is the gift President Monson spoke of...the gift of time. Thank you Tami...it will be treasured and bring great comfort and most of all revive those precious memories that we never want to forget.
