Young Son turned 14 on Sunday (yesterday). Hard to believe. He was one of those really good babies that was easy-going and just glad to be here. And he really hasn’t changed. He is still easy-going, good-natured and kind-hearted. Not perfect, of course, but pretty good.
I talk a lot about Daughter and her quilting adventures. But, Young Son quilted. Once. It was in 2007 and he was 9.
He made this flannel/denim/fleece throw. He was pleased with the product, as you can see, but didn’t enjoy the process much. It took a lot of motherly persuasion to get it finished.
He still uses it, but it doesn’t cover nearly so much of him.
Now he makes things like moccasins. It takes big moccasins to cover size 14 feet.
Now my “little boy” is 6’3″ (165 cm) tall and weighs 180 lbs. I am 5’5″ tall. Yep, he is big on the outside, but on the inside he is still my good little boy.