I have a child that is hopelessly attached to a blanket. It wasn't something we planned or encouraged--it just happened. Frankly, it's one of the cutest things about our little Rosie--her love for her "blue blank".
- Aunt Ann made it especially for her. Thanks a million, Aunt Ann!
- She's held tightly to it every.single.night.of.her.life.
- At some point along the way, we stopped allowing her to take it places unless we were staying overnight.
- But...around the house, she's always got it close by her side.
- I smile every.single.morning. as she greets me dragging "it" behind her.
- Aunt Ann made a "mini-me" version of "blue blank" (same yarn) that pacifies her when we don't have the real deal.
- It's beginning to unravel. *sigh*
- She's lovingly called it "blue blank" for as long as I can remember.
As I write this post, I'm reminded of a special word AG used as a toddler. Remember wakiku? We still say it from time to time, but it is slowly fading away. Sadly, it's almost gone.
*AG is to wakiku as Edy is to blue blank* They're both precious and priceless.
The main reason I started this blog--stories such as these. Some things are just too special to forget.