Every time there was a new child born into our family my grandmother, Gran, as I called her, would always crochet a baby blanket for them. I vividly remember sitting on the couch next to her as she crocheted in her chair. It used to fascinate me what she could do with a needle and yarn. As a child, she made me baby blankets for my dolls, and I always took it for granted that one day, when I became a mommy, she would crochet my little one a special blanket. Well, I'm now a mommy and my beloved Gran passed away two years ago. My baby girl never got her blanket from her Great Gran. I must be honest tears are slowly running down my cheeks as I write this. My Gran meant the world to me and I would have loved for her to meet her precious great grandbaby. But I cannot be sad. I know that she is looking down on us right now...and always. I cannot help but think that she beamed with pride upon finding out that our sweet little girl shares her middle name. She may be gone, but her spirit definitely lives on!
After our baby girl was born, we got a package from my Aunt Doris (Gran's only daughter). She had sent a gift for Haylen. When I opened up that box, words could not express what I felt. Folded up neatly was this...
a BEAUTIFUL hand crocheted blanket made special for my baby girl!
The detail and the time that went into this blanket are amazing! But most importantly...the love!
Every time Haylen lays on this blanket I cannot help but think...She got her blanket after all!!! Aunt Doris is carrying on the tradition. I don't think she'll ever know, quite frankly I don't know if I can express with words, just how much this sweet blanket she made means to me. Aunt Doris, thank you for the blanket and for keeping Gran close to our hearts!
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