This is Ben.
When Ben’s mother was expecting him, his family went to church with me and I knitted him a blanket. Then his family moved away.
They came back to visit Sunday and Ben is now three. His mum says he never goes anywhere without his blanket. He calls it Stinky. I said this makes sense if he never goes anywhere without it.
That blanket has been to London and Paris with Ben. It’s better traveled than I am. It’s nice to know that even if I haven’t been to the City of Lights my handiwork has. [If one can’t be sneered at in person by the French, at least one’s knitting can be.]
It’s also nice to know that even though Ben doesn’t remember me, he still has a little piece of my love with him.
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