A Blanket for Christmas

Bless her heart, but my Grandma gave the worst gifts for Christmas. Or so I thought when I was a teenager. Now, I think I would love those gifts. The one that comes to mind was a flowery turtle neck long sleeve top (we lived in the desert) with a matching cardigan (again, we lived in the desert). Her husband, my step-grandfather, said he convinced her not to get the matching leggings! I was (am) always so terrible at looking excited for a gift - even if I liked it, my face was so stoic. I tried so hard to smile and look excited, but I couldn't. I feel terrible writing this! Somewhere there is a picture of my sister and me standing in front of the Christmas tree wearing our matching tops. One day, I will have to find it. 

The Christmas before she passed away, Grandma made all the girls a blanket. She picked out our favorite colors and then spent hours weaving the yarn through the blanket to make these intricate patterns. I wasn't disappointed with my gift that Christmas. I loved my blanket. Now that she has passed, I love it even more. It is a gift that will last a long, long time. A gift that will forever remind me of her, my Grandma Norma.