my mom and dad always give us the best christmases. they always go above and beyond and create the most magical day and each year tops the last. but this year i got the best gift yet and i'm not sure that anything will ever top it.
it was the last box i opened and inside was this beautiful vintage pendleton blanket lovingly worn. as soon as i saw it, i was able to place it- visions of seeing it sitting in my grandparent's house instantly reemerged.
i feel so lucky to have this piece to remember my grandparents by, but what makes this blanket the most treasured item i own- is what is stitched on in one of the corners.
my grandfather's name on a little label. i don't think anything could be more special than that. i so wish that i could ask him why his name was placed on the blanket and surely he would have a detailed story as to why the label was there and who put it there. but an assumption will have to suffice and i can only imagine that it was put there before he went off to summer camp- granddad really traveled in style.