on snow white and the 7 dwarves.

As I was getting ready for a lesson and getting together some objects around the house, I came upon a treasure tucked away in the cedar chest my parents gave me for my 18th birthday.

It even smells like the cedar from being in the chest so long.

 It takes me back to the year or so before I met T.  The year that my Grandma Currie passed away.

I think it was the first time I really experienced a death that impacted my life in a big way.  You see, my Grandma Currie wasn't my grandma by blood.  She was my grandma by our choosing.  She gave us old-fashioned lollipops, made us the best homemade chicken tenders possible, and shared my family's love of old country and cowboy movies.

She also survived cancer treatment after cancer treatment.  She was a woman loved by everyone.  She served those around her constantly was given special honors by the Native American community for her service as a nurse and her unfailing friendship.

As she got older and cancer started re-occuring more often, we tried to visit more often.  We would sit and chat around the dinner table and listen to her stories and joke around with each other. 

We visited for the last time in the UVRMC hospital in Provo.  I remember just crying and crying in the hospital lounge after running out of her room after seeing her.  

After she died, my sisters and I were allowed into her house to pick out one thing we wanted to keep of hers.  Myst picked the dishes.  Toad picked a giant dreamcatcher.

I picked the Snow White and the 7 Dwarves blanket I'd always snatch when we watched movies.

This blanket has a lot of fantastic memories for me that I'll hold onto until I can give her a hug when I see her again in heaven.

I love how it's pieced together.  I love that it's flannel that has been washed over and over which makes it even softer.   It's a blanket that holds old-fashioned warmth and comfort.

It will be something that I want to hand down to future generations and I can't wait to wrap my own babies up in it!