Both of my children’s birthdays are in July; my daughter just celebrated her 28th birthday this past Saturday. She asked me what time of the day she was born. I knew it was early Saturday morning but I wasn’t sure if it was 3 am or 4 am. I started pulling out all the baby items I saved looking for her little hospital bracelet. And then I came across the blanket I crocheted for my son (who just turned 31). Looking at the blanket brought back so many memories. I was only 22 years old when I crocheted this blanket. I was a child myself. All the hopes and the fears came flooding back–would I be a good mother, would my child be happy, would he be a boy or a girl. And I remembered all the love I felt while making this blanket for my little someone. I look at my two wonderful children now and I think I did alright. I am truly blessed.