This sad, pathetic little girl climbed up on the couch, settled into a bed of pillows and pulled a quilt over her feverish little body. I put on her favorite show (Yo Gabba Gabba, of course), and snuggled in with her.
stack of squares ready and waiting for me to put them together. Squares that will become Janey's quilt. The same squares that mock me. That bore me. That taunt me in their unfinished sadness.