Your quilts are almost as beautiful as the person who made them. When my brother decided to move his young family into my grandmother's house to take care of her for what turned out to be the last year of her life, of course the primary care-giver became my saintly sister-in-law. My brother was working and in grad school and they had two preschool-age daughters. Years later, she told me she felt that the three children she had seven years later were a direct blessing for the service she gave to my grandmother.
God will remember the sacrifice you are making.