My daughter Alaina has loved fuzzy blankets ever since she was born. I remember her in her car seat on the way home from the hospital, turning her head to the side and rubbing her cute, little, baby face on the fuzzy softness inside her fluffy hat. It was obvious, even with her baby sensibilities, that she preferred some blankets over others.
When Alaina got a little older, the blankets pictured above came out. She LOVED them! Every time we’d go to the store, she’d beg me to buy her another one. She was on a perpetual quest for the BEST fuzzy blanket... the softest, the prettiest, the most unusual color. Before long, she had amassed quite a collection, but she loved every one of them, so it was quite a symbol of her love when, on the day our family cat died, Alaina chose to bury Foxy in her favorite fuzzy blanket.
“Are you sure you want Foxy to be buried in this blanket?” I had asked her, “Yes,” was all she said. We sent Foxy into eternity wrapped in love and the very best of the fuzzy blankets. Alaina had no regrets.
Years later, Alaina still stops to admire fuzzy blankets on every shopping trip. Now there are not only fuzzy blankets, but fuzzy pajamas, fuzzy jackets, and assorted other fuzzy items to admire and collect. This picture makes me smile because it reminds me of when she was a a little girl. She still adds to her fuzzy collection, but she’s judicious about it. There’s more to life than fuzzy blankets, but who doesn’t enjoy a throwback to a time when they felt swaddled, protected and wrapped in love?
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