Friday, May 29, 2009

sunflower blanket

Some afternoons we curl up with our blanket. It's big and warm and bright. I tell her stories of fields and flowers, of magic and fairy kisses. Of home. We snuggle and cuddle and sleep.

We dream under the care of the generations of women who came before us; whose fingers made this, whose hearts saved it for us.

Thank you, Aunt Judy.

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