Who would have thought that the baby blanket that Grammie made (was it originally for the girls?) would have been loved to tattered bits by Jimmy so many years later? The entire seam is ripped along the length of the blanket, but that doesn’t bother him in the least. However, the blanket developed two small holes that apparently sent Jimmy over the edge, so I was forced to pull out my rarely-used needle and thread to do some emergency repairs (I didn’t think Jimmy could survive being parted from his “B” if I resorted to mailing it to Grammie for repairs, which was my initial thought!). Anyway, I did a passable job, and Jimmy was relieved to have his blanket back in one piece (so to speak). As I sewed, I thanked the Lord for my mom, for her talent for sewing, and for the love that I know went into every one of her original stitches!
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