Sunshine! On His Shoulders!

My son came over for dinner tonight, and carried in the box containing his Sunshine Quilt. (I had sent it to Chris to quilt it.) It had been left in the hallway outside my door. I had been outside 20 minutes earlier, and the package wasn't there, so I didn't expect it.

All his talk about not wanting to see the quilt until it was completely finished went right out the window when I carried the box into the bedroom and spread the quilt out on the bed.

We brought it outside to take some pictures before the light faded.While we looked it over, I asked him, "Remember when I was buying fabrics? You didn't like the birds, and you thought the [Kaffe Fassett] fans had too much pink."

"And I hated the dragonflies," he added.

"You rolled your eyes when I picked those magnolias for the back."

"You didn't listen to me at all, did you?" he asked.

"Nope," I replied.

"Good thing."