One pointer finger and one worn 'cuddles'.
She takes it everywhere. It isn't meant to go outside; so she will leave it in the car, or the bottom of the pram, or her backpack. As long as it's there.
Especially at bedtime.
It was my Grandma's baby blanket.
Then my Mum's three older sister's baby blanket.
It was my Mum's baby blanket.
And then it was mine.
My sister's.
My brother's.
It was her brother's baby blanket.
And now it's hers.
Period.
And she's happy. So we are too...
Love you my little Flicka x
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