Before I was born, our Nana knit me a blanket and I was wrapped in it when I was born. Nana made all her kids and grandkids a "night- night" and I still have mine. It stays folded on my bed at all times. I intend to be buried with it. During my first year of marriage, for our first Chanukah/Christmas gift, in her 20-something-ish attempt to have me toss the old night-night, Nana knit me a duplicate of my baby blanket in an adult size. Tomorrow marks the 16th year I have had 2 sizes of the exact same blanket folded on my bed. They don't match my decor or any duvet cover I have, but my bed is not my bed without those blankets. It's a soft and comfy way of measuring the passage of time.
Tomorrow also marks the 16th anniversary of my marriage. Oh my Buddha! SIXTEEN YEARS?! How can that BE?! There doesn't seem to be a symbol associated with 16 year wedding anniversaries so I am declaring it the Year of Travel and Adventure. And by adventure, I mean the good type not the type you say you are having when you are planning funerals, post-op care, or a new kitchen due to a mold invasion.
I'm very excited.
[note:You can still have a life of travel and adventure even in a bad economy and on a budget. Decide what matters.]
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