Shortly after mom died Caroline wrote me a note telling me that she would always love the things MawMaw had made for her and that she wanted to grow up able to make things, too. On this day she put together eight rice bags, one for each of us, that could be warmed in the microwave and snuggled on a cold day. Jack hasn't gone to bed without one ever since.
I'd say she's got craftiness in her genes.
