On My 50th Birthday, My Husband Surprised Me With A Gift Beyond Anything Money Could Buy

the quilt again.

At the fragments of fabric.

At the stitched-together timeline of my life.

And I understood something I hadn’t expected.

Turning fifty wasn’t about what was behind me.

Or what was ahead.

It was about what still remained inside me.

The people.

The memories.

The quiet impact I had left on others without realizing it.

My husband finally spoke again.continue reading …