Sisterhood of the Traveling Blanket

I got a package in the mail on Saturday that made my year. My dear friend and college roomie, Lori, texted me last week simply stating she had found a blanket with my name on it. I assumed it must have been a random quilt with 'Rebekah' embroidered on it. I thought it would be a fun treat!

When Kennedy and I opened the package together, I was overwhelmed! This blanket was made for me by my mother when I was just four years old.


Each letter crafted from different fabrics of dresses she made for me as a toddler. If you peek closer you can see I was sporting the 70's in all its glory.

I started putting the pieces together. I must have left it in my college apartment in Virginia upon graduating 14 years ago. So, of course Lori would have packed it when she left home for Maine a year later, planning on giving it to me. Thankfully, her mom saved it all these years and Lori happened to see it in her old room when traveling from Charlotte and sent it back to me.

The best part is my four year old daughter got the treat of opening it 31 years after my mother made it.