My Blanket

I was probably around 9 or 10. Nana and Papa came for Christmas, like usual. This year they had huge wrapped gifts for us. All of us! Nana had made us all different flannel blankets. It is probably the only gift I got as a child, that I still have.

(And use everyday!)

It is a little bit embarrassing, but I have slept with that blanket since that Christmas. When I went to college, it came with me. When I moved to Vienna for 4 months, it wouldn't fit into my bags. I seriously couldn't sleep without it. One day I received a package from my mom, and sure enough, it was my blanket. She must have known! I cried.

Once I got married, I tried to sleep without it. It just wasn't happening. Matt has learned to deal with it, and dare I say, sometimes steals it from me?

Needless to say, it has been looking a little tattered.
Nana has offered several times to make me a new one. NO WAY! It just wouldn't be the same. But the time had come, and it was coming apart. Nana dragged me to the fabric store, and we picked out some flannel to give my blanket some new crisp edges. She ended up talking me into giving it a whole new back as well.
Thanks Naners!