Blankie

I woke up this morning and I was wrapped around my blanket and had a moment. I thought back to all the many significant events in my life and Blankie has been there! Was there when my grandma died to catch my tears. Was there to cover me when my mother died. It was there when I needed to hit my brother when he tried that slick stuff too! Blank was there when I got those new jobs and nobody was around to celebrate! Blankie, we have danced, cried, celebrated and mourned. We are so tight like glue. We even vacation together! You've been there from the day I came out the womb. You were the first blanket that touched me in the hospital! You've been with me from the very beginning.

 

Now before you all start to get all emotional on me, Blankie is just fine! I was just thinking the only times that I gave me and Blankie some space was when I was in a relationship. Not just any relationship, but a good one. It was folded and placed nearby so I can see but far enough away to create vulnerable areas in my psyche. I was able to do that because I knew that the body I was laying with had me safe. The person I dated was there for my tears and held my hand through the hard times. If I didn't feel like you had my back like you were supposed to, subconsciously Blankie would be right there in bed with is. The horrible part was, I would hold Blankie instead of whoever else was there! Blankie is a very strong icon and holds deep meaning in my life. I will cut you if you try anything to hide or keep me from my blanket! FOR REAL!

 

I recently sent Big Tig a message saying that if you can manage to get me to fold Blankie up you've accomplished a major thing. It's only really happened twice in my 30 years. Sent him a pic of us together and he said we look cute together! Hope he has what it takes!

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