first effort of a baby blanket made for Henry in those last few weeks of pregnancy. In fact, Henry's early arrival was perfect except for the fact that the blanket had not been finished and hence was not available for baby photos (of course it wasn't really that much of a big deal).
Anyway. All thoughts that I had about this blanket becoming a new family heirloom passed from generation to generation were cruelly and prematurely snatched from me this morning when I spotted it hanging from a drying rack somewhat smaller than I remember it.
It went from being wrap-up-your-baby size to stand-a-pot-plant-on-it size in just 45 minutes.
To say I am upset is perhaps an overstatement but inside I'm crying a little bit.