I was on a pink jeep tour in the Grand Canyon and our tour guide stopped to show us a tree and said, “It looks like something’s in it.” Then he took out the quilted heart and read off, “I need a home.” Then he said, “Well I think this belongs to the lovely little girl in the back.”
That is how I found my quilted heart. He also told me I should keep the heart forever and remember that I got it at the Grand Canyon.
