Early on in our years together, I made lots of stuff for Clay. A Browns afghan with a BIG orange helmet. A bathrobe, which he has worn maybe three times. A down jacket. (I know! It was a challenge, and there were little feathers everywhere!) That, he wore a lot.
But except for supper and trouble, I hardly make anything for him anymore. Until this week, when I made him a pillowcase embroidered with a favorite sentiment from our Outlander books:
It means "give me a thousand kisses."
Of course, when you've been married to someone for 28 years, I guess you should remember that they don't use a pillow.