Easter Sunday, and my sweetie and I were scoping river levels for a day canoe trip. Our first stop was at this canoe landing on the St. Croix River….a beautiful spot. I spotted my heart right away, hanging from a tree on the path toward the river. I feel it is a sign of “love from above” as I lost my Mom just over three weeks ago. Easter was a day of family celebration and gathering for us always, and it was my Mom’s love language to host family and cook a big celebratory meal to enjoy together. This is the first year of holidays without both parents and I have been feeling exceptionally lonely. We went to the woods and the river for “nature church” and here was the heart, with a sweet whimsical mermaid and some of my favorite colors. I found it a week after I found a rock with an angel painted on it and the words “You are Loved” — and while I’m not a super religious person, I feel these are little nods from my parents in the great beyond to let me know that I am loved and I am not, indeed, alone at all. Thank you, quilted heart angels!
