May 15th, 2010

As a child I was given a blanket hand made from one of my grandpa’s nurses.  I treasured it and couldn’t sleep at night if it wasn’t with me.  I took it to sleepovers, on road trips and campouts.  While not the prettiest thing (especially after years of snuggling), I loved it! 

I slept with it up until the time I got married when my husband told me I needed to move on.  I sadly placed my “blonket” in my Great Grandmother’s hope chest hoping that one day I could pass it on to a child of mine.  When Mikayla was born I took it out of the hope chest and waited anxiously until she was old enough to snuggle with it.  That day has finally come!  Mikayla has started to take an interest in my “blonket” and carry it around the house.  I am going to pretend that she is carrying it around because she loves it as much as I do and not that she is currently in the “carrying everything around and placing it in random places stage”!

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**When I refer to this specific blanket I have always said it “blonket”…I am not sure why, but it makes it even more special!

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2 Responses to “My “Blon-ket””

  1. sarah says:

    so sweet that you still have it! patrick still has his baby blankets too…

  2. Mimi says:

    Beth, your daughter is beautiful just like you. She definitely has your personality – love the smile. She truly reminds me so much of you when you were little. Glad MLK is enjoying your “blonket” Love you all!