The Rest of the Story: The Pink Blanket

now i have gone and done it. i opened my secret place to the family. i will have to be careful what i put in the family folders now. lol

just want to add on to "the pink blanket" blog for now. to let all know what has become of that blanket that was put away for over ten years. my son Tim married a beautiful woman. Olivia. you gotta love her. together they had a beautiful son. the blanket of course was beyond use, so i had to think of a way to pass on the blanket that my son held onto for so many years.

what i did, was make Tim's new baby another blanket, and inserted the scrap pieces of his old one inside. i cannot find the pictures of the blanket by itself, but here is one of Joey sleeping on it.

this is joey being cocky before he even knew what cocky was. just like his daddy, he already knew how cute he was and began wooing the ladies right away.

and this is joey today. yup. still being a real womans man, lol.

and here is a poem i wrote to give to Olivia when i gave her the blanket with a few left over scraps.

Folds of Love

Inside the threads of this blanket
Are the threads of another
The one that wrapped a first born son
Whilst in the arms of his mother
The blanket torn and tattered
From use of nineteen years
Laid to rest inside a box
With a mothers tears
Beyond repair this blanket
Could not be tossed away
It yearned to wrap another child
It waited for the day
The rags of this old blanket
Placed tenderly inside
Two pieces of material
And stitched in place with pride
Now when you wrap your new child
Inside this blankets folds
You’ll wrap him in the folds of love
Made with new threads and with old

and that, is the rest of the story.