Throughout our lives together we ran many races together. And many apart. Our collection of race T-shirts grew. Some of Jim's were quite old, dating back to the 70's and 80's.
A few years ago I was culling the clothing and decided to make a quilt out of all the old "unwearable" T-shirts. Note: that is my description of some of TBHITW's ancient T's. He thought each and every one of them were just fine to wear. Oy-ee-vay.
So.
I cut the fronts out of the shirts and pieced together a huge quilt. It became a bit of an albatross, growing larger by leaps and bounds. By the time it was done it was big enough to cover all five of us cuddled up on the sectional couch watching a movie.
We named that quilt Magic Blanket because within minutes of wrapping yourself up in it you became warm and drowsy. Sleep, like magic.
Many nights now I find myself with a pot of tea or a glass of wine, wrapped up in Magic Blanket. Sometimes I read. Sometimes I watch TV. Lately I sit, wrapped up in Magic and stare at the lights on the Christmas tree. Or read the story of each T-shirt stitched into the blanket.
The fabric of our lives.
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| Annual St. Patrick's Day Race in Central Park. Coffee and Green Bagels after the race. |
