Back at the beginning of April, while packing for Relay for Life, I pulled an old quilt out of our linen closet. It was big, and soft, and perfect for Relay. And that night at Relay is sure got some use. It supported cuddles, kisses, and some meaningful conversation. It witnessed a lot of firsts for the relationship that was blossoming on top of that quilt that laid on the ground. The next morning at Relay I packed up the blanket and put it in my car. Of course, because I'm me, it stayed there. Until the next week.
I went to my first Central baseball game 3 days later, in Spokane. And it was freaking cold. Under 50 degrees, with a bitter, stinging wind. I sat on the ground to film the game with Catie, and we were COLD. But I went to my car, and got out the old quilt. I wrapped it around myself and found enough comfort to actually enjoy the game. Many more were to follow.
A month later, May 7th, I got out the quilt again. We slept on it on prom night, and the quilt now saw a relationship that wasn't just beginning, but that had begun.
A week later, it covered me up at another frigid baseball game. I huddled in the blanket and watched the game like I'd done with so many before. After the game, the quilt got wadded up and thrown into my car rather than the careful folding it usually got because I was so angry about being ignored after the game. Not one word.
Finally, last Monday, I dragged the quilt into Drury for Project Graduation. I laid on it, alone, and watched him flirt shamelessly with others in front of me. I got home, and realized the quilt was dingily dirty. I brought it inside to be washed. My mom washed it, and put it back into the linen closet where it had been before its bout of heavy use.
And then today, Jordyn said to me "Courtney, I have a quilt of yours that I've been meaning to give you for a long time. Can I give it to you soon?" Guess there will always be a new quilt to replace the old one. Time to put the old quilt back in the linen closet and find a new one.
