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

Not in a frame, not on a shelf. On the crib, being used, going through the wash, the way a blanket should be. I closed the seam back up myself. It took me two hours with these hands, and I made the stitches deliberately visible this time, a small ridge of cream thread you can feel if you run your thumb along it, so that boy will grow up knowing there continue reading …