This is Cold Blankie.
I already feel all weepy and sentimental just writing this post. This blankie was mine when I was a baby, although it was never truly a "lovey" until Isaac got his hands on it.
He started calling it Cold Blankie almost as soon as he could talk, and we're not sure why. Perhaps because we put it on him when he's cold; perhaps it feels cool when we first lay it on him. In any case, it always has been and always will be Cold Blankie to Isaac.
Recently I found out that there is a "right" and "wrong" way to put Cold Blankie over Izey. The white side is the "cold" side, and must be on him. The blue side must be up. And he must have his socks off so that his toes can feel Cold Blankie too.
If he's really tired, you might catch Izey caressing the white side as he listens to stories before bed.
Tonight I stitched up some tears in this well-loved blankie. Isaac agreed to go to sleep without it so I could sew it for him. Now I've got to go return it to it's rightful place--under the sheets and on top of a little boy who loves its soft, faded fabric, stitches and all.
Even at the age of 40, I understand the need for a certain blanket to be flipped a certain way.
ReplyDeleteOne of Marissa's guy friends at college was talking about the little piece of blanket that he still sleeps with. :)
That blanket was an offering given to Knapp Reformed Church and then given to us at Thanksgiving the fall after you were born. I still remember it draped across the front altar as we walked up to receive it.
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