Yes, I agree, it is one of the great joys of having a granddaughter. My Ashley is 12 now, but one of my most precious memories of her is when she was 4. Her dad, my son, was in Iraq and she wanted to make him a quilt. She wouldn't let me help at all (except to thread the needle.) She picked the fabric from my stash and cut it into all kinds of crazy shapes and hand stitched it all together every which way. She remembers to this day making that quilt and her dad telling her via satellite phone that he carried that quilt with him every where he went and hugged it to himself when he slept.