I made a quilt (ugliest thing I ever made) for my 3 year old granddaughter after she lost her quilt made by her father's mother. This granddaughter is now 24 years old, out of college, is manager of a nursing home and STILL drags her ratty old quilt around anytime she leaves home for the night. She gets teased and the raggedity old thing gets "stolen" at each family reunion but it reappears shortly as she won't go home without it. It's in absolute tatters and I've even made her new ones to replace it over the years but that original, ugly one that is now just a rag is the most precious thing she has and she doesn't want the others. She asked me if I'd make a baby quilt for her when she has her first baby and use "a small piece of my quilt in it for my baby"? That melted my heart.