To say that we are blanket fans at our house would be the understatement of the year. I confess that I still sleep with a baby blanket every night. Mind you, it isn't the one that I used as an actual baby (that was lost in an unfortunate accident at a La Quinta in Mesa, Arizona in 1998.) But I digress..... I have replaced my blanket several times and I have made my kids multiple blankets. Some folks collect thimbles, spoons, magnets.... I collect blankets. I love quilts (not so much the quilting process) and love to snuggle under the finished product.
Some of my most treasured keepsakes are blankets. I have a quilt that my Grandma Jones gave me for my wedding that was pieced together in the late 1800's by my great-great-great Grandmother. I love baby blankets! I love the softness and "snuggle-bility" of blankets. Which brings me to the impetus for this post.
I loved my Grandma Homer. I grew up next door to her. I spent a lot of time with her. I can only hope that my children develop as good a relationship with their grandmothers as I had with my Grandma Homer. Sadly, she died unexpectedly in 2009. I cherish the fact that I have in my possession, pictures of my children as newborns with my Grandma. I have been so sad to not be able to watch my Grandma with Will. I know that they know each other.... I had several instances during my pregnancy where I felt a confirmation of love and support from both my dad's parents who have recently passed away. Well, the other day, I had an awesome experience that made me smile.
With every baby, my grandma would get me a sweet blanket for them from Pottery Barn Kids. These are the most wonderful blankets.... soft, snuggly and in Allie's case, dry-clean only. These blankets have had a place of honor when we have blessed the babies in church. Will is going to be on March 20th. I have been trying to get things together for this special day, and Monday, I decided to go to Pottery Barn Kids to get Will his own special blanket for his special day. As I was standing in the store surveying the options, a song came over the speaker system that we featured on the video we made for my grandparents' 50th Wedding Anniversary. Awww, sweet, I thought. As I continued shopping, another song, "All Around the Mulberry Bush" started playing.. and then "You Are My Sunshine" and "Mairzy Doats".... all songs my grandma used to sing to me. I rushed to the checkout, and asked the girl working there if they had a CD with all of these songs on them; wouldn't that be awesome? Her reply? All of the music in their stores is totally random, and they didn't have a CD. I hate to say it, but I got quite emotional. Once again, my grandma was letting me know that she loves me. I left the store feeling a little bit sad, but happy to know that even though she's gone, she's not really gone.
I love you Grandma!
5 comments:
very sweet!!
Absolutely love this...and I know that she is always there for you! She was and is one very special grandma and I will be forever grateful for her example.
That's so touching. I love that you had an experience like that to remind you of your grandma. Above all, she loved her grandkids and great grandkids. I know she's watching you and that she's so proud of you.
So Cool! I believe they come back through music, I know there has been many times that I have needed Dave and all the sudden a favorite song or a special song between the 2 of us comes on the radio, I think okay Dave I get the message, you are there watching over me. Mom comes back to me through smells, I will get a whiff of her in this house and I think ok thats normal it was her house, and I sure her fragrance still lingers, but what's random is it happens when I most need her, and I will retrace my steps and not smell her the second time around. I'm sure she is watching over you and so proud of you and also so happy that you keep memories and the traditions going.
I love this post...We are both so very lucky to have had the grandparents we did. What a wonderful experience. I loved your comments on my blog...it is so hard to have your youngest not know your grandparents. I do cherish the photo's I have of my kids with Grandma and Grandpa Bertoch. Grandpa died before Savana was born and I think so often how I wish she could have known him. I just try to tell her lots of stories about him and show her a lot of pictures. I will always be so grateful that I got to have him.
I loved your Grandma too. She was always so sweet to me.
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