My last visit to the thrift store left a lump in my throat. I found a baby blanket,
beautifully sewn with love.
The colors are soft subtles in every color of the rainbow.
My name isn't Brittney and I don't have a Great aunt Connie,
but I LOVE this blanket.
It's been washed and joins me on my chair in the evenings.
How sad that this wasn't stored away in a hope chest.
It now is well loved and well used.
Thank you Great Aunt Connie!