Better late than never

I'm going to take you back a few years...actually...more than a few... 

When I was in grade school my mom entered this amazing afghan that she had crocheted into the Shiawassee County Fair.  It was an amazing afghan and she won the first place blue ribbon for it.  (I believe it was the one and only time she ever entered anything she made into a contest.)  I loved that afghan...am not sure why because there were others in the house...it was just my favorite.  When I graduated from high school my mom told me she'd crochet one just like it for me for graduation.

Time warp ahead a few years to after my college graduation...the promised afghan arrived.  It was exactly like the blue ribbon winning one from all of those years ago.  I have given my mother much grief for it taking so long for her to deliver on her promise but to be fair, it now doesn't matter.  I adore that afghan.  Almost every single night since I received it I have been wrapped up underneath it reading a book or watching television.  It brings me more comfort than a material object probably should but come on people...my mother made this thing...for me...just for me.

When I was planning the move to Singapore one of the very first things on the list of items to take with me was this afghan.  It made it safely and I have spent many nights in Singapore wrapped up underneath the same wonderful afghan.

I am now back in Durham for a bit...for a bit longer than initially planned and the afghan is folded quite nicely on the corner of my sofa in Singapore.  I don't trust it being sent through international mail for fear of it being lost...I've thought about the option...however, I just couldn't imagine not having it if it were to be lost.

Instead, I mentioned this to my mom.  I told her it'd be great for her to make me another afghan (didn't have to be the same pattern) just so I'd have something here.  Two days later a package arrived on the porch.  Inside is "the actual" blue ribbon winning afghan...the ORIGINAL...the one that started it all.

My mom rocks.  She totally rocks...in a way that maybe only me and my brothers and our spouses and my nephews really understand.  She is an amazing woman and I hope that everybody who reads this has or has had this relationship with their mother.