Epilogue
Memphis
Several months after Ridge moved in, we finally had the opportunity for him to meet someone from my family.
Gwen, the creator of the original blanket he loved to much And while he adored the one I’d made for him with all its lack of skill visible in every stitch, the day he moved in with me he’d also claimed the other one.
My sweet boy who never wanted to be any trouble picked up Gwen’s blanket and said, “You know this is mine right?”
“You don’t want the other one?”
“Oh, I do. They are both mine by virtue of their softness and because you gave it to me to sleep with my first night under your roof.”
When we disembarked from the plane and emerged into baggage claim, there she sat, my beautiful sister crochet hook in hand and a half-completed blanket in three shades of green. Ridge let go of my hand and flew to her side. “Is it Minky?”
She held up the skein of yarn. “Touch.”
“Oh it is!” He petted the yarn gently. “You know I fell in love with your brother because of your crocheting?”
“Of course.” She set aside her project and stood up to give him a big hug. “I’m so happy to meet you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to our family. I’d about given up on anyone being willing to put up with my big brother.”
“Hey!” A tall, handsome man wearing a baby wrap, my brother-in-law Gill, came to her side. “What about us?”
She took his arm. “Oh, you know what I mean. Memphis, come and meet your niece. I’ve been telling Goldie all about her uncles and how they would spoil her rotten when they came.”
And of course we did. Gwen taught Ridge to crochet, which he took to much better than I had, and we had a week of cuddling the baby and having great meals and adventures with my little sister and her family.
When she moved to Germany, she said nobody would ever come to visit. But I was so glad we had.
Thank you for reading Ridge’s Lost Keys !