Dear Owen,

Your most prized possession is Blankey. It goes almost everywhere you do — on car rides, to the backyard to play, to sleep, on vacation — everywhere. You always know where it is and it’s never very far away. Sometimes Blankey drags behind you, sometimes it gets tucked under your arm or worn like a cape or a scarf. You don’t like it very much when Blankey has to go in the washer and you wait very anxiously for it to be out and dry. I think when I reminisce about your childhood, Owen, I’ll think of Blankey, too.

Love you,
Mama

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