Tuesday, May 18, 2010
A few years ago, I gave Jason a Spiderman quilt for Christmas. At the time, he didn't seem all that excited, and I was glad that I hadn't gone all out - it was just a panel to which I added some borders and then hand quilted. It lives on his bed (the top bunk) and he uses it every night.
Fast forward to last night, the sleepy conversation that my husband and I have nearly every night as we are falling asleep after those long days that parents have.
Me (as he is getting into bed): Did you check on the kids?
Me: Were they covered up?
Him: They weren't, but they are now.
Me: I don't understand why they don't use their covers... (I'm one of those people who likes three blankets, who likes to feel weight on me when I'm sleeping)
Him: Well, Jason told me why he doesn't like to use his sheet.
Him: Because it blocks the love from the quilt you made him. He wants the quilt right up against his skin.
Me (softly, and loving that kid just a little bit more, even though I thought I loved him all I could already): Oh.