I never understood how people had blankets that meant a lot to them. To me it’s a blanket, if it gets dirty, or had holes you would throw it away and get a new one…
But not if it’s a Blankie
Every time I see these two little blankets I have to stop and reflect on how crazy the past 8 years have been. We have lived in so many different towns, seen some pretty amazing things. Watched our babies grow into amazing little people, and yet we still have so much more amazing memories to make.
I just hope these two will be there to see it all too…
This picture cracks me up, every single morning the girls bring these downstairs with them and wrap themselves in their Blankies until it’s time to leave. (If I go look right now I will bet that Sarah has hers fairly close to her). When the girls were younger (well around the age of 2-3) I would have to fight to wash them, they would smell and be so dirty but I think for a little kid they are scared their blankie will get hurt in the washing machine, or the blankie will get scared of being a lone.
So soft and cuddly
Just like a kitten
You catch me as I fall asleep, off to dreamland
You keep the nightmares and darkness away
All I have to is say,
You are my blankie!
You keep out the cold winter chills
So sweet and caring, knowing how I feel
Now I wrap my arms around you
Giving you a gentle hug
For you are my blankie
In which I love!
Do your kids have a Blankie they can’t live without?