We went back to her dad, and the three of us stood in a circle, holding hands.
“What’s this about?” Jesse wanted to know.
“There’s a quilting superstition, or a tradition, I don’t remember which. Anyway, if you wrap a newly made quilt around the one you want to marry, you’ll be hitched within a year.” As I spoke, I unfolded the quilt and wrapped it around Jesse and Allie.
Jesse looked at me, tears in his eyes. “You’re really sure?”
“Are you going to marry us?” Allie asked.
“If that’s what you want.”
Jesse put his arm around my waist and drew me close. “It’s the only thing I want,” he said.
Maybe you don’t need a quilt to feel surrounded by love.
But it helps.