BigBoy’s security blanket is not a “Blanket” at all. He will probably never realize just how hard it is for me to give my father’s NY Giants sweatshirt, the on I inherited when he died, to a barely potty-trained, habitual nose-bleeder.
But I do. Because as much as I love my father, I love my son. And in our household of ever changing work schedules, if he needs my favorite, mostest special sweatshirt in order to sleep well, I will give it to him. And I will pray that he doesn’t have a bloody nose tonight.
awww that is soo sweet!