Yesterday was my father's birthday. He's 83. I took him some cannelloni and a Boston cream pie for lunch. Then we walked the dogs in a park on the ocean. It was sunny and warm and he says it was a perfect day.
Over the years Dad has supported my quilting 'habit' and has made me a cabinet with huge drawers, a quilt ladder to hang my quilts on, a counter height cutting table and a quilting frame.
I think he deserved a quilt, don't you?