I worked in a nursing home for many years. There was a lady we were taking care of and she was a quilter. She then told her husband how to quilt. Later on he started to come to her room with all these small lap quilts. He gave all of us girls a lap quilt and said thank you for taking such good care of my wife. The quilt is in my closet but I still think of them when I look at it and the thought gives me a warm fuzzy. That is all i care about. I is the thought that counts.