My Mother loved Light houses. For her Birthday I machine embroidered 12 different light houses on light purple fabric with a deep purple fabric that had silver threads in it as a spacing fabric. I looked up the history of each light house and made her a book to go along with the quilt. She called me when it arrived so she could open it while I was on the phone with her. When I sent it to her I tape the box with so much tape it took her 10 minutes to open it. She teased me so much about all the tape calling me her "rotten daughter" When she finally got the box open and saw her light house quilt,(after her sharp intake of a breath) Mother said. "I love You, This is the most beautiful quilt I have ever seen. I Love it so much."
Mother kept the quilt on a chair in her living room so whoever came in her front door would see her quilt.
I lost Mother August 24, 2009. I now have her quilt and the memory of knowing that her "rotten daughter" wasn't so "rotten"
So the nicest thing that was ever said to me was "I love you"