When my son was born, I made him a small blanket – satin on one side and flannel on the other. He used it so much the binding on the edges frayed away. When he was three years old, he was diagnosed with asthma. It gave him comfort when he needed it and he loved it so much, it soon was in tatters. I made him a new one that now sits in a memory box waiting for his children.
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Siobhan Sullivan - Bend, OR
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