The only way to sleep

I'm in Heaven when I am in my bed. Last night when Tom and I got home we switched out our old mattress pad for the down one his mother gave us this Christmas and put on our favorite million thread count sheets we got for our wedding. On top of that went our down comforters and the hand-made quilt Tom's grandmother and mother made for us, another Christmas gift.
It was past noon when we finally dragged ourselves out of bed.
I can't wait to put a picture up of this quilt. It's covered in these geometric cabins and each one is different from the others. Some have little doorknobs, one has a lace curtain in the window, one is a nighttime cabin with a bright window. It is so charming. It is the last quilt Tom's grandmother will ever make and it is the first one Tom's mother has ever worked on; it's a piece of our families eventual history and that's an exciting thought.
I'm excited by the prospect of making useful and fanciful things like that myself and passing things down the family line. The baby blanket I'm knitting will mark my first attempt at this and it's so motivating, and thrilling. Now I just need to have a baby, I guess. But until then I'll enjoy the time I spend with my bed.