Ben very sweetly said yes.
I am shameless. But a mother has to look out for her own memories, right?
Ben wrapped the hotpad himself and I pretended to be very surprised when I opened it over breakfast in a little sunny cafe.
I asked him to hold the hotpad so I could take a photo. He did all the color selection for the weft. I steered him to all white for the warp. And look, Deanna Beth, I wove it with every other strand instead of every two.
My birthday was a lovely, peaceful day. The sun came out, but we got a little shower too. I had an entire hot fudge sundae with salted caramel and black cherry ice cream and by the end, it was just too much. There was a little boutique shopping, a morning snooze and read on the sofa, and a bit of sewing. My loved ones were with me, my loved ones called me and texted me. Too bad I don't have another birthday until next year. . .