This book is dedicated to the memory of my Gramma, Mildred Moutaw.
She lived far away from me so I didn’t know her all that well.
But what I knew, I loved.
Gramma, your afghan is still on my couch.
It’s been to two countries, three cities.
It will always be with me.
And it’s exactly what you intended it to be.
Home. Warmth. Comfort. Nurture.
Love.