I think we all hold onto things: a tattered baby blanket or tiny baby shoes, a fragile piece of china, a broken pocket knife or a family Bible passed through the years and through the tears, from one generation to another.
Often, these things have no great monetary value, yet they are priceless. How can that be? A baby blanket is not just a blanket, china is not just china and a broken pocket knife is not just a knife. To repeat a line from the PBS series “Lark Rise to Candleford,” it’s simple; there is “love in these things.”