I have a story to share! I am new here, but had to tell what happened over Christmas:
I was with siblings, niece/nephew, parents. They were unwrapping all the handknit things I had made, and I was feeling just full of pride.
Being a recent yarn snob, these were some nice gifts, too!
I spotted a pile of blankies in the corner, and recognized two of them as my own creations: One was a blankie I'd knitted dear niece when she was BORN, 5 years ago; the other was a quilt I had given her for her birthday.
Later on, my brother said "hey since we're moving; I need to make sure which of these you made because we're downsizing and donating to charity. I don't want to accidentally give away one of yours"
And I showed him, and he was nodding because he'd remembered right, and he seemed happy. He said "those are her two favorites". !!!
I had no idea. I gave them to her, hoped they'd serve their purpose, hoped she'd love them, and...that was that.
And now, years later...
I looked at how well worn (and loved) that knit blankie was, all pink and white, and it made me remember the day I gave it to her, she was 2 days old. It has held up well through a million washings, my brother said.
The other item was actually not knitted, but a quilt I had made. And I could tell it had seen the washing machine quite a few times, as well.
So I asked "wow, so she really likes this one, huh?" and he said "all the time, when I tuck her in, she asks for the quilt Aunt Ronda made for her".
...talk about the joy of giving...
I am almost crying again just thinking about it...how a gift so simple, but made with love, makes her feel happy, just to cuddle under it.
I need a kleenex...
I am happy to have found this forum, happy new year, everyone!
p.s. I would LOVE if people would post their own story, about a time you realized how much a favorite blankie meant to someone you love...