Houston Quilt Market in October always brings me a sweet memory of Friday night – not because I was AT quilt market that particular night but because I wasn’t in Houston and that was the night my sweet Susannah was born outside, unexpectedly, in 17 degree weather. Here is Susannah’s picture that hangs in my kitchen.
And here is Susannah’s picture taken 15 years ago today when we weighed her at slightly under 2 pounds when we took our hands away. Her mother wouldn’t claim her but you know I would and I raised her like a bottle fed puppy.
Many of you know Susannah’s story and I could write pages. I kept her in the house like a dog for a year and a half until Rick made me put her in the barn. In his defense, she was chewing everything in sight by then but just let me say, it was a hard move for both of us.
Susannah died in February 2015 and I miss her. There is no other night in the year that I think of her more than Friday night of Quilt Market in Houston which was last night. Fifteen years ago today I was having the time of my life with a tiny baby goat that I did not expect to live……but she did. What a sweet memory.