10/09/2026
This blanket has a story.
A long time ago, I think I was in my early 20s, I wasn’t in a relationship, had no plans to have kids anytime soon, didn’t know if I ever would - BUT, I was out shopping with my mom, and fell in love with this blanket. I remember saying one day if I have a baby girl she needs this blanket, so I bought it and I’ve kept it with me ever since. It’s moved from house to house with me and I would always put it way at the back of my closet or at the bottom of a drawer. It was my reminder of ‘maybe one day’ I will need this.
When I got pregnant the first time I knew deep down in my soul we were having a girl. I dreamt it, I saw myself as a mom years down the road with a little girl, envisioned her in our lives, had it all planned in my head from the nursery, the outfits, and all the fun things we’d do together.
When we found out we were having a boy, truthfully, I experienced some gender disappointment. Even though I was so grateful to be having a baby period, I couldn’t help but be sad over the unraveling of what my mind had already dreamt up. Which now I think about and laugh because I absolutely cannot imagine life without Hal.
After finding out we were having a boy, I gave myself half a day to sulk. Then I got my mind turned around, dreamt and envisioned everything over again, but with a sweet baby boy this time.
Shortly after Hal was born I started thinking I might want one more baby and somehow convinced Spencer.
Spencer and I thought we’d have another boy, never even entered my mind that we’d have a girl. I even let the nurse tell me the gender over the phone because I was certain we were having a boy.
I’ve told you all that to end with this.
A couple days after we found out we were having Junie, I went to the nursery to see if I still had the blanket. I figured I donated it after finding out we were having Hal, especially since we only planned to have one baby. BUT I found it at the bottom of a drawer. Now when I look at this blanket it represents more than the ‘maybe one day’ it once did. Now it represents the little piece of hope I hung onto for all those years and a life I’m grateful I didn’t give up on.
