April 26, 2007
Mom suggested I take pictures of things and have y'all guess what they are. Do you know what this is?
. . .
I'm going to tell you, anyway. :)
This is my baby blanket. It was loved to death, quite literally. It was washed about three dozen times too many. I carried it with me absolutely everywhere, held it in my hand, pressed against my face as I sucked my thumb. All that's left are the "crusts" and a ball of knotted, shredded pieces of the blanket itself.
It still smells like home.
. . .
I'm going to tell you, anyway. :)
This is my baby blanket. It was loved to death, quite literally. It was washed about three dozen times too many. I carried it with me absolutely everywhere, held it in my hand, pressed against my face as I sucked my thumb. All that's left are the "crusts" and a ball of knotted, shredded pieces of the blanket itself.
It still smells like home.