Named for my Son, who is a heart warrior, and for all other heart warriors born with congenital heart disease. Many children with CHD spend a lot of time in the hospital and undergo multiple surgeries for their heart conditions.

My son was diagnosed with heart failure at three months old. I have been humbled to be a witness to everything he has gone through. He was just a baby that should have been home swaddled up, cozy in bed, but instead he was covered in wires, oxygen tubes, feeding tubes, and in a room with loud constant beeping noises with people constantly coming and going. A heartbreaking reality for too many families in the Pediatric Cardiac ward. I would walk down the halls and see other parents with the same grief and exhaustion I had reflected on my own face.

One day, I met a mother down the hall. She told me her son's story, and told me she had never brought her son home, and she didn't even have a blanket for him. I was emotional for them...The next time I went home, I brought back a handmade quilt for her son. She loved it. When I visited her again, the quilt was on her son's bed and she was smiling. I became inspired to give more quilts to more children, more families, more rooms.