the blue blanket

I want to reflect more about this the underlying quest, angst of my life and desire of my heart.


But this morning I intended to do a reflection on the the blue blanket.

This past weekend, labor day weekend, baptism weekend in our family, our daughter was home.
She and her uncle had rented a truck to finally move some furniture from our house to their places.
Our daughter finally was going to have the beautiful antique bed she purchased way back with savings from her first job. She left it in our apartment when she moved out of town after graduation and two of her brothers have used it since they have taken their turns living there...
But she finally has space for it and came to claim it this weekend.

We shopped for new sheets and she asked for a blanket that has been on the top shelf of our linen closet forever?!?
The blue blanket.
I have had it forever.
My step mother gave it to me way back when and I'm sure she had it forever before that.

[I will have to freshen that story in my mind this weekend when we see each other at my nephews wedding]

When I say forever I mean a long time

I have drawings of it from when I was in art school... just out of high school?!?

it's hard to see... but it's all the little bumples in the drawings of "the end of my bed at the end of my day"

I have pictures of our children on our bed that is made with it... before we even had all our children?!?

I haven't used it for along time, but for some reason I never got rid of it.

She tells me she has always loved it, that she remembers it!?!?

So we washed it... and it lost many of it's little pom poms

And it's all clean and folded ready to go to it's new home this afternoon when my son runs up for a visit with his sister.

Last night I'm sitting down on the sofa and notice the light on it...

Beauty and memory recreated