A.Rogers Feb. 2011
A.Rogers Feb.2011
Recently, I was talking on here about the beauty of the simple treasures that we have in childhood that we keep forever. This blanket is very special to me although, as you can see, it is tattered and stained. It was made for me before being born. It is the handiwork of my mother and my grandmother. Every time I hold this precious blanket, I feel loved. The fabric is worn, cool, and perfect. I have a picture (somewhere) of me holding Jude when he was very small, wrapped in this blanket, and I hope someday to have children of my own to wrap in it.
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