I have a secret. Well, maybe not really a secret. Because I have no shame. Up until about a year ago, I still slept with a blanket. And I only stopped because it was coming unraveled and wrapping around my neck at night. I didn't want to give it up, but I also didn't want Mike to wake up to death by blanket.
My nana and poppa gave me the blanket when I was a baby, and it has been with me ever since. Except for a very unfortunate two weeks at church camp and the occasional night at a friends house. Not because I was embarrassed...just because I forgot it.
Here is the blanket present day, after a very unfortunate final showdown with the dryer:
Linus deserves to be remembered, so he's going in the nursery in a shadow box. Although at first Mike thought I may hang it above our bed so I could reach up and touch it at night. I told him that would be creepy. I'll just hang it by the nursery door so I can touch it when I walk by, instead.
3 comments:
Aww, that's a little sad... Glad you have a neat way to have it as a keepsake.
I still sleep with a special, small pillow. I'm not ashamed!
Your shredded blanket breaks my heart.
It makes me very sad to see Linus like that. If you want to take the blanket that Nana bought for Will, I will never tell!!
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