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?
Him: Yup.
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.
Me: Why?
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.
