Twenty five years ago, when I folded up the blankets and tucked them away in my cedar chest I'm sure there was a thought or two that someday I would be blessed to have the opportunity to pull them out again and wrap a child safely inside.
I'm still a few months away from "grammiehood", but I'm doing my part to prepare for the special time ahead. Some of the blankets had yellowed a bit so I spent some time bringing them back to their original white.
As I hung each one of them out I marveled at the love that had gone into making them 49 years earlier by Terry's great Grandma. I wonder if she whispered a prayer for the grandchildren that had not yet been born.
These blankets that will hold our dear sweet grandbabies, held their Grandpa and their Great Auntie, and their Daddies. These blankets have been washed many times and yet there is still so much life in them. They'll be used for a season and then safely tucked away again.
As I pulled them off the line, gave them one more ironing . . .(there won't be time for ironing once they're in full swing) I prayed for the tiny little people who are loved so much.
Have a wonderful weekend my friends, see you on Monday.