Looks good. Means a great deal. I met an "emergency foster parent" who sought me out to say that she had a foster son taken from a meth lab house. Everything the child owned had to be destroyed so he arrived on her doorstep wrapped in a quilt I'd donated. He would not let it out of his clutches for days and it had to be in his sight for a lot longer. She said it was impossible to overstate the importance of these quilts.