Can something be loved too much?
We just patch up the love-worn spots and love on it some more.
This blankie has been in the family since Jaina's birth. My aunt Diane sent Jaina this blanket and matching newborn nightgown. It was the perfect light weight blanket to become a "lovey" but Jaina picked *my* pink blankie that my mother had made me before I was even born. So this blankie got packed up in the baby box.
When I found out that I was pregnant with Jayce, I went through the baby box and pulled out all the gender-neutral things I could find. This blanket would be in use again very soon. It doubled as a tummy-time blanket and an emergency burp cloth. In the summer it was perfect for a light cover while riding in the car seat. Then Jayce became a toddler and I encouraged him to use the blanket as comfort, although he wasn't attached to any blanket or stuffed animal at all.
Now Jayce loves his blankie. Loves it so much that he wore a hole in it. That's how you know a blankie is loved, you know. And a few weeks ago, it received its very first patch. Jayce picked out the fabric and helped Gray sew it on. I have a feeling it will be just a first of many.