You couldn't have known just how perfect it would be for her.
You made it decades before she was even born.
Each tiny stitch, so precise, so strong.
I'm in awe of your skill as I run my fingers across it's perfection.
She named it "Fuzzy."
Fitting, due to it's weathered appearance these days.
It has been a constant companion
from the time she was wrapped in it's warmth
as an infant in our arms.
I tell her stories of you,
times filled with laughter and affection.
She listens intently.
You would have loved her, Grandma,
and she would have adored you.
With love and gratitude,
6 comments:
Very sweet.
You really have a talent on writing. I love reading your blogs.
Precious :)
So sweet.
Dear Jodi.
A wonderful tribute to your grandma, I know she would be so proud of you as a mother.
Love, Joy
There is nothing like that of a Grandmother's love.
She did love her...only her name was 'Jodi' then.
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