My Daughter-in-Law Threw Away the Blanket I Knitted Until My Son Discovered What Was Hidden Inside

would go with anything. I knitted the blue sailboats around the border because Frank loved the water more than he loved almost anything on land. And in one corner I worked his initials so small that only someone who cared enough to look closely would ever find them.

Then I wrapped it in plain cream paper, tied it with a blue ribbon, and carried it to continue reading …