Denise,
This is a wonderful story! I found my son's (now 35 years old) old quilt four years ago when I was going through a cupboard. It had been "painted" with Aunt Martha's fabric/embroidery paint and hand quilted by my sister. One corner was almost worn through where he rubbed it between his two fingers while he sucked his thumb. It took me back to another time.
I got on ebay and ordered a set of the paints and repainted it. Then, I went through the old photo albums and found a photo of him at about 10 months old laying under the quilt sound asleep. I wrapped the quilt and the photo up and took it to him. He loved it and even teared up a little. He is a father to his own son and daughter now, but in my heart he will always be that little boy who rubbed the print off of the corner of his quilt!
Thanks for bringing back such wonderful memories. :)