If I'm not off hiding somewhere with a good book, chances are I'm chasing a kid or a dog or sleeping, because every mom can use a nap! I found Prince Charming and married him, and now we enjoy the idiosyncrasies of life in an old farmhouse. Oh yeah, and we root for the Buckeyes. Every time.
We’re Blankie People in my house. Though Bob pretends to be immune, I’ve seen him curl up a time or two with the fuzzy Ohio State blankets in the living room.
We don’t go anywhere without a blankie for each girl and I usually have an extra stashed somewhere for an emergency. Lately, Babs has taken to calling them “silkies,” because Noonie’s batch of blankies, made by Grandma Blankie and pictured here, all have silky edges.
There’s nothing like a good blankie. When I became Catholic, I discovered the blankie effect Mary has on my life. You can read more at this week’s column on Our Lady of Walsingham.
Mary the Blankie
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