Our blanket is nothing fancy.
It seems a silly thing to do.
Create an item meant for cold yet your leaving for hot.
In each stitch there has been a struggle, a journey.
The story for my family. On how we were called to be the servants for Christ.
How we spent our last days before the world turned upside down.
We are almost there.
To our new home and this will be our treasure to tell where it all began.
These stitches though not much hold my tears and fears.
My children's heartbreak.
My husband's love for his best friend, his companion, his duck retriever the one who was always laying on it. This will be are piece of home.
This will be our blanket.
